A/N: OK, so I actually have two fills for this particular prompt. The first was my knee jerk reaction to it and the second was after I'd written the first and actually gave the prompt some thought. I hope you enjoy them both though neither is particularly smutty. But fear not! All the rest of them are.


Fill 1: Sneaky Kitties

Blair catches Maka going to town on herself. You can guess who she was thinking of.

Blair never really liked it when her kittens fought. Sure, it was amusing, and even a little cute, when they bickered because they were like an old married couple and so in love with each other but she hated it when they fought. They were loud and angry and there would be so many negative emotions clogging the air in the apartment until they made up that it made her twitchy.

All she wanted to do was take a little nap before work but her kittens were screaming at each other in the kitchen.

She sighed and crawled under Maka's bed, hoping they would stop soon so that she could have her cat nap.

The front door slammed and she sighed again, this time in relief. That meant one of them had left. It was most probably scythe-boy, considering he was the one who usually walked away when they fought. Drawers slammed and banged in the kitchen for a minute, then everything was silent.

At least until Maka burst into her room, muttering loudly about idiotic albino weapons and stupid, stupid boys. She sat down heavily on her bed, probably crossing her arms and hunching over, still mumbling. The she sighed and pulled her legs up onto the bed. From the shuffling, Blair guessed that her kitten was probably lying down and was either going to take a nap like her or read a book.

The cat closed her eyes and relaxed, glad that she was finally going to be able to relax.

"Mmm."

Blair opened her eyes and blinked in confusion. Was that...?

The girl above her inhaled sharply and the covers rustled as the she shifted.

"So-mmm, Soul."

Blair's eyes widened. It was! Maka-chan was masturbating! And while thinking about scythe-boy! She smirked triumphantly, she knew it, she knew it! She knew her kittens liked each other more than friends or partners or whatever it was they called themselves. Despite feeling a little awkward, the elder woman was content to simply stay put and wait out the younger girl. Besides, a kitty never worked at a cabaret without becoming comfortable with other people's sexual lives.

Maka hiccupped and shifted again, moaning muffled slightly, presumably by closed lips. Blair closed her eyes, prepared to block out the sounds when everything went quiet. Her gaze rose to the mattress above her in confusion. Surely Maka-chan hadn't finished already, nobody was that sensitive.

"B-Blair?!" Maka screeched and said cat's ears flattened back on her head. The bed sheets rustled as the girl moved and her head appeared over the side of the bed, looking down at Blair. "What the hell are you doing, you pervert!?"

"Nya, Blair was here first!" she exclaimed. "It's not her fault Maka-chan didn't check to see if she was alone before going to town."

Maka's face flushed deep red. "You damn cat!"

She reached a hand out for the purple feline but Blair retreated out of her reach. "Hey, I didn't do anything wrong!" The hand continued to grab for her so she decided to use her new-found knowledge. "I'll tell Soul-kun!"

The meister paused. "You wouldn't," she hissed.

"Let Bu-tan out and she'll promise not to tell."

The hand reluctantly pulled back and Blair cautiously crawled out from under the bed, transforming into her human form before Maka could try and grab her by the scruff of her neck or, even worse, her tail.

The two women watched each other, one wary, the other excited.

Blair smiled mischievously. "Y'know, Maka-chan would be a lot more satisfied is she told scythe-boy about her little problems~."

The girl on the bed flushed some more and made to swipe at the cat. "Damnit Blair, you know I can't do that."

The cat pouted. "Fine." She placed a manicure hand over her heart and lifted the other one up solemnly. "Bu-tan promises not to tell Soul-kun about what she saw or heard today-" Maka relaxed slightly "-but only if Maka-chan lets her buy her a gift."

The blonde tensed again. "What kind of gift?" she said slowly.

"Well, if Maka-chan must go on her own, she should at least have something to help her." At Maka's confounded look she added, "Bu-tan knows a nice place that sells high quality vibrators."

Maka screeched in embarrassment and launched herself at the cat.


When Soul came home later, he found a very smug magical cat and a very flushed meister. He thought it best not to ask. At least he was able to sort out the issue with his partner that evening over dinner.

He assumed that Maka's new found calm and relaxed attitude afterwards was to do with them making up. He didn't know what else it could be. And if she was a little twitchy for the week after their fight whenever he went near her chest of drawers, well, she was weird anyway, that wasn't anything new. And if Blair kept sending him weirdly smug looks every time she saw him with his meister, well, she was on a whole other level of weird.

He didn't think of it till about a year later when Maka stutteringly admitted she had a couple of vibrators hidden in one of her drawers after one of their recently acquired heavy petting sessions.

The Maka-chop he got when he asked her to show him sometime was probably warranted.


Fill 2: Time Can Only Cause Pain

In which Soul decides that no matter how cool a watch is, it probably isn't worth wearing it when hair is easily caught in it.

As he pushed their apartment door open, Soul found it very hard to detach himself from his meister. When she pushed him back against it once it was shut to continue mapping out each of his sharp teeth with her tongue he guessed she wasn't too fussed about it.

He moaned into her mouth when he cupped her ass in his hands and pulled her against him, moving her to undulate against his hips. She sighed and tangled a hand in his hair to hold his face against hers while the hand still gripping the lapels of his jacket held his body against hers. As though he would try to move away, the thought made him want to smile.

While his tongue was busy being stroked by hers in a way that almost made him weak in the knees, he slipped a leg between hers, spreading her legs while pulling her closer still with the hands on her ass.

The ruffled skirt of her dress rose easily as his thigh moved between hers till her core was pressed against his thigh. Gently, he pressed his leg up so that there was a small amount of pressure to her pussy.

She shivered in his arms and her tongue paused for a moment. His eyes cracked open from where they had been closed in bliss to meet her hazy green ones. He reluctantly pulled his tongue from her mouth so he could grin at her, before lifting his leg again and pulling her against him sharply so that she rubbed against his thigh in the most delicious way.

Her head tipped back slightly as she moaned softly, clutching at him. He moved his hands slightly so they were less on her ass and more on her hips so he could move her against his leg and make her ride him. She keened and moaned as she moved, the friction only adding to the heat rather than satisfying it. He was too gentle!

With her head tipped back, his eyes roamed down her smooth, pale neck. He leaned down and started pressing soft kisses to the left side.

"Tell me what you want Maka," he murmured against her skin, teasing it afterwards with his tongue. Her hair was in the way so he lifted his right hand to pull it back so it hung down her back rather than over her shoulder.

"I wa-ah!"

Soul was startled by her cry of pain and froze. "Wha-"

"My hair!" she exclaimed and he tried to pull his hand free, only stopping when she grabbed his wrist. "Your fucking watch, dumbass!"

"Uh, sorry," he said, keeping still as she reached her hands back to try and untangle the hair that had snagged in his watch clasp. Damnit, he knew he shouldn't have bothered with it. So what it if looked a bit cool with his suit, it wasn't worth snagging his girlfriend's hair in.

She finally managed to pull her hair free with only a little bit of wincing. They stood there for a moment before she sighed and braced a hand against the wall so she could unbuckle her heels. His shoulder slumped and he kicked off his shoes. Well, so much for the ferocious and rough sex he had wanted.

He followed her into the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of water. He unclasped the watch and set it on the kitchen table, leaning against it as he watched her drink.

"Sorry," he said eventually. "That wasn't cool."

She waved a hand dismissively. "Wasn't your fault."

"Maybe, but it was still uncool." He padded closer, footsteps muffled by his socks. "Let me make it up to you?"

Maka put her glass down in the sink and turned to him, smile shy but with a hint of coyness. "And how would you do that?"

He grinned and took a step closer, letting his hands rub against her thighs. "Well," he began as his hands rubbed their way to the inside of her thighs, but still over the dress. "I could help here, if you want it."

She smirked grabbed him by the labels of his jacket again, pulling him down for a kiss before she started pushing the jacket off his shoulders.

"I would like that very much, Mr Evans."

He grinned and shucked off his jacket, chucking it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Then he scooped his meister up into his arms, making sure not to knock any part of her into anything. She squealed a little but giggled when he kissed her cheek.

"Anything for you, my meister," he chuckled as he carried her to their room.