SORRY GUYS! I REVAMPED THIS CHAPTER! Simply because i made a lot of retarded msitkaes in the slast one ¬¬ i must have been VERY sleepy when i wrote it *shivers* its' awkward to think about it...

Hey there guys! Soul eater is one of my favourite pairings, and i swear i wish i owned it or Atsushi Ohkubo so i could make them have lots of sex and babies and happy times ¬¬ either way, i don't own Soul Eater, neither the characters, blah blah blah~

Being a Maka cosplayer myself, and have been for a good time now, i think i have Maka down pretty well, haha we have a LOT in common ^^; and i used my Soul to help get him right :) hope you like guys~

If you don't like lemons, limes, soul eater, SoMa there is a button with a backwards arrow taking you back to the FF site, you have been warned ¬¬

First couple of chapters will have no lemoniness or such, however afterwards there will be :) enjoy~ not 100% how far this story will go yet, but hey ho! Lets take it as it comes! :)

A little black dress

I gently slid the thick black leather strap on my court shoes over the dorsal of my right foot. I stood up slowly in the 3 inches heels, being wary not to lose my balance. I very rarely wear heels, these ones I've only worn about three or four times. I don't particularly like wearing heeled shoes; I'm more of a boots or converse girl. However, at times such as these, one of my worst enemies is needed, so I would have to suffer my feet for one night, to impress a certain family... the Evans family to be exact.
I walked, with somewhat grace over to the full length mirror beside my bed, which hasn't been slept in for about the past two years. My black dress stopped just below my knees, looking like thick black molasses pouring down my legs; juxtaposing my cream-white skin. It had thin spaghetti straps that laced over my small shoulders, and a band of thick black ribbon that ran just under my bust that tied tightly behind my back in bow. I pursed my lips nervously at the noticeable black diamante sewn onto the fabric that distinguishably cupped my breasts.

The scent of my recently used pomegranate shampoo, wafted around me as I adjusted the black ribbons that were precisely wrapped over the clear bands holding my in my ash pigtails in place. I wanted to be sure that there were no unattractive bumps or random strands sticking out of my head. I don't wear make-up, yet somehow, I thought I could try and put on a little pressed powder and mascara on my face. As I felt satisfied enough with my appearance, I tried smiling at my reflection, trying to think positively.

It's just a dinner with his family, just a dinner. You can do this Maka, of course you can, you're an Albarn. You've faced worse than this!

The pep talk was failing, encouragement for battles; easy, meeting your boyfriends family for the first time; not so good. I felt a numb twisting, sickening pain in my stomach. Anticipation? No... It was more the weight I felt on my shoulders that if I screwed up, I would probably jeopardise Soul's relationship with his family further. Nevertheless, sometimes tedious things must be done to gain something good, like baking stupid amounts of pie for soul just so he'll clean his room.

I just couldn't stop thinking about the pain that was seeping out of Soul's eyes when he received that letter inviting him and a guest, if he wished, to a 'get together' with his family. His face was neutral, unemotional, but his eyes... scared, angry and a small amount of amusement. Being his partner for over 5 years now, I could feel his soul's upset and frustration. I had asked him if he was alright, however I only got his signature 'Hn' as I reply, and his devious smirk as he screwed up the letter and chucked it into a bin.

I looked at my clock; 6:47. I recalled Soul having to actual ring his household and arrange the 'reunion'; I had peered around the corner when he was on the phone, he didn't look impressed and all I gathered was he told a car would pick him up at 7:00 on Friday the following week. I got the impression that Soul had always been told what to do… maybe that was why he was so rebellious towards me, because he knew I wouldn't yell, too much, at him and I would sporadically let him get away it.

I stared back at myself in the mirror, remembering I had left him alone with his thoughts seeing how pissed off he was, then when I asked him about it, he then explained that he had to attend, either that or they would come and visit him in Death City. "Death City is my home Maka, I don't want the likes of them stepping foot in it…" he had grumbled protectively.

If Soul can be strong, so can you, do it for him Maka.

I nodded half confidently as I walked out of my room, grabbing my coat and turning off my light. As I walked you could hear the soft clink clunk, of my shoes, I pulled my coat over my bear arms, being met with the silky liner of my coat; at felt cold at first, but warmed to my body heat. I crossed my arms and turned to look at Soul's door.

"Soul Eater, you're going to make us late if you sulk in there" I called out to him. I heard an unimpressed groan from behind his door.

"Where ya goin' Maka-chan? Nyan!" Blair asked as she hopped up onto the arm of the sofa in her cat form and started licking her paw clean.

"Dinner with Soul"

I wasn't lying; I was just stretching the truth. Soul didn't want people to know about his family or his past, so I respected that and figured that even telling the 'cat' I would get moaned at for.

"Nya! That'll be so nice! Be sure to have a tasty fish dish yeah Maka-chan?" I smiled back to her in response as I heard Soul's door open. There, all ((INSERT HIEGHT OF EVANS BOY)) of him, Soul carried himself out of his room, pulling the final part of his tie as he adjusted it around his neck. His Dress suit was charcoal black as per usual, and his silk white shirt was done up to his neck, black tie and I smiled inside my head when I saw his dress shoes and no converse. He looked good, as he always did in a suit. His hair was, well… 'flopped' over his scalp, let loose out of his headband for once, but had been jelled into his familiar style. I knew his suit wasn't cheap, he may not act like a typical 'posh' boy; but Soul has his moments where he'll dig into his funds and spend a little bit more than the normal person. It wasn't that he wanted expensive clothes to show off, but Soul's style and the way he presences himself is a huge part of his personality, so if he wanted to go out and spend £250 on a leather jacket, as long as it smelt of him, I didn't care. I mean I've never washed anything of his that wasn't worth a fair amount… I took me about a year to stop acting like a nervous wreck whenever I put the washing on.

Soul had actually bought me the dress I was wearing, and then set alight to the receipt in front of my own eyes so I couldn't return in. I mean, the dress is beautiful, I just didn't like Soul spending money on me and he knows it… probably one of the reasons why he did it, just to annoy me. I had scolded him and he only replied with that irresistible smirk and said, "Nothing's too good for my girl".

"I'm coming woman, calm down. The car doesn't get here for another ten minutes." he raised an eyebrow sarcastically and bared his sharp teeth in a grin. I tapped my foot impatiently.

"You're lucky I can't hide a hardback in this dress…" I said pursing my lips to the side, unimpressed.

"Oh but you've got something in that dress that I want far more than any old book" Soul smirked as my cheeks tinted ruby colour. I scowled at him… again.

"A-anyway, as I was saying, I don't want to be late," I stuttered out, averting my eyes away from him and his designer arse.

I heard him chuckle as he walked over to me, placing a hand on my hip and tilting his lips to my ear.

"You look beautiful…"he whispered then planting a small kiss on my cheek.

"Neh Neh, Souru-kun you're a big softy really!" Blair sang and grinned towards us. Soul growled at her.

"Shut it stray" I was about to express my disapproval when Blair answered for me.

"Now now Souru-kun, don't be mean in front of women, it's not very manly, Nya!" He sighed

"Now, anyway, you two have fun tonight I'm off to see if fish shop guy has anything tasty for me!" she walked along the back of the sofa and hopped onto the window ledge and pounced out the window.

"…We should get a dog…" Soul slurred, I looked up slightly to look at his face and spotted him glaring at the window.

"Now that's just mean…" I said disapprovingly as I reached up to adjust his tie.

"…there."

"Hey Maka, do something for me?"

"Sure what is it?" I questioned.

"Take out your pigtails?" my mouth dropped ever so slightly in confusion.

"Eh, why?" he grinned at me.

"Do you want to know the real reason or the other reason that's also true but I'm less likely to get hit if I say that?" I crossed my arms.

"Both."

My weapon exhaled noisily.

"Well… you look hotter with them out I think-" as he spoke he carefully untied the ribbons and pulled out the clear bands.

"-And also if you really loved me, you'd let me make you look really sexy, so I can piss off my brother" He winced automatically as if waiting to be hit, I just stood there and stared at him.

"And here's me thinking you're going to say something like, 'so that it's one less thing to take off when we get home'" he chuckled at me.

"…that's true too" I slapped his arm with the back of my hand.

"Don't push it" he smiled and ran his fingers through my hair, and let it roll off my scalp and pour over my shoulders; hanging straight.

His eyes met with mine briefly then, his eyelids drooped.

"What's wrong Soul?" I bit my bottom lip with worry as I searched his face for an answer. He groaned.

"This is just so uncool Maka" I felt Soul's body sink apathetically and baring his teeth as his upper lip curled; not liking the situation at hand.

My eyes dropped to his chest in front of eye line and I leaning into his suit, inhaling in his familiar scent and letting it inundate my body. I felt my hands grasps tighter onto his jacket as I felt his slender, talented fingers rub my hips soothingly. I just wanted to pull off this dress, change into my pyjamas and lay on the sofa with Soul. Watching pointless TV, Soul pulling me to meet his lips for heated kisses during the adverts, then me smacking his arm when he got too carried away and the programme restarted, eating shit food, laughing when Soul would make a snide comment about how uncool the main character was, him laughing at me when I complained how every actress had had breast implants, and then going back to join him on his bed…

"Maka, you're scared aren't you?" I suddenly heard his voice, looking up and noticing his raised eyebrow; I blushed again.

"I-I am not scared!" I denied with a firm glare. He sniggered.

"Okay then you're worried," I pursed my lips and turned my head away from him once again.

"Told you…"

"Shut up Soul" I wrinkled my nose in annoyance and tried to pull away, but he held his hands firmly on my hips; trapping me.

"Make me Maka…" I heard him smirk. I looked up at his face again, his was smiling at me, with his teeth showing a little; I couldn't resist. I leaned up and connected his lips with mine. One of his hands ran up my back and the other manoeuvred to my lower back, as he tilted his head to kiss me deeper. I knew the car would be here soon, but I didn't care, I wouldn't be able to kiss him until we got home… if he was in the mood after seeing his parents. His tongue darted skilfully imbetween my closed lips, and prised them open. I fought back against his tongue and invaded his own mouth, sighing as I was greeted by his sweet wet flesh. I gently stroked the inside of his mouth with my tongue; however, his tongue was more forceful. Fighting back against mine and plunging into my mouth, I moaned against his lips. As we kissed I felt one of his hands started pulling up the hem of my dress, his hand gently ran over my thigh and travelled up and inwards, caressing my inner thigh; I didn't stop him. We both froze as we heard the doorbell ring. He sighed heavily and disconnected my lips and pulled his hand out from under my dress. He let go of me, quickly planting a kiss on my forehead before walking towards the door to answer it. My hands tried to reach out and grab for him, noticing my actions I pulled my hands back and my face blushed once more. I looked down and patted down my dress; to make sure it wasn't hitched up and then began buttoning up my coat. I looked up and saw Soul talking with a man, the driver. He was rubbing the back of his neck as he laughed nervously with the older looking man. The driver was about 69, white hair neatly trimmed hair and facial hair, dressed in another expensive looking suit and white gloves. Soul's back was slouched, but only a little; he was familiar with the driver. Perhaps he has worked with the Evans' for a long time. My theory was corrected when I vaguely heard the man say: "-And you've grown so much too-".

I couldn't help but take this moment to feel extremely proud of Soul, I knew how much he hated his parents; but he plastered on a smile and got on with it. I smiled at him and walked towards the door to meet them. Soul was leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah, this is my girlfriend and Meister, Maka Albarn" Soul had placed emphasis on my wielding title, he was obviously going to make it very clear to his family, and any of their workers, that he was a weapon, and wasn't ashamed in making sure that they knew. The sinking in my stomach eased a little as I thought about how I had some kind of upper hand against the Evans. I'm not from a rich family, so I knew they would, even without meaning to, look down on me in some respects, but if the subject of thasmology or anything to do with mine and Soul's work, I'd be the one with all the knowledge, expertises. Especially considering my reputation and status in the DWMA. Youngest Meister to create a Death Scythe at the age of 16, and still be one of the strongest members Spartoi three years later.

I nodded to the driver as a hello, he smiled back, then made a face at Soul I couldn't understand. Soul's hand went up in defence.

"I know I know" the older man chuckled a little.

"Come then Master Evans, we should depart now, unless you want to be late" Soul shook his head and smirked.

"Let's deliberately be on time for once?" the driver nodded, and walked away chuckling to himself.

"I'll be in the car Master Evans" I turned to face him.

"Deliberately late?" I gesture him to explain, he smirked.

"I liked to piss my parents off or anyone I could by making my driver take the long route, or make myself be late on purpose." His face was blank when he spoke. I linked my arm with his; watching as old memories poured back into his brain. I shook my head unimpressed at his younger actions.

"Come on moron" he chuckled and pulled his keys out of his pocket with his spare hand.

"Yours" he mumbled as he switched off the light and locked the door.

We walked out in the cool evening, it was late autumn so the sun was gone already and there was a chill in the air, but it wasn't unpleasant. My eyes widened a little as a black coupé was waiting for us outside the block of apartments. We walked down the steps slowly, as if walking towards unknown doom. Soul opened a rear door for me, the heat from the car met me and washed over me; it smelt expensive and of recently waxed leather. I slid in, holding my dress down as I did, the when I was seated, Soul shut the door. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, I jumped slightly as Soul opened his own door, and got in as well. I jumped again as he patted one of my shaking hands, he smiled at me, and I forced myself to smile back.