Body Language It's amazing, her body. It can shape any way she wants, contort to even the most uncomfortable positions. He loved it. It made it easy to try new positions during sex, for his pleasure as well as hers. But a few days ago, she baffled him beyond reason. There they were, just sitting and enjoying the day. She was on the opposite side of the love seat, her legs resting on his lap. She was wearing a green tank top, jade, which matched her eyes exactly, and booty shorts that he was convinced were way too short to be considered 'shorts.' They were like denim underwear. He was there on the other end, with a light blue plaid shirt over a white undershirt and stonewashed jeans. She was reading a novel, but it was not until after these events, did he find out what was really in that book. He was watching a basketball game, but would occasionally glance in her direction, to see if she was reading. This time, he looked at her because she shifted, and he noticed her put her hair up, in a single ponytail. But what happened next, was unexpected. He didn't know what came over him. A random wave of hormones, a...a...that's all he could classify it as. She suddenly looked utterly irresistible. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, as they trailed her legs, from her socks to the edge of her 'denim underwear.' She looked up at him and smiled mischievously, licked her lips and smirked. What the actual fuck. What just happened? He could barely register his horniness, before he pounced on her and attacked her lips with kisses and love bites. She whimpered and his penis size doubled, as if it wasn't erect already, and his pant fit him a bit too tight for his liking. But Maka was two steps ahead, as always. She reached for the button of his jeans before he could, and took off his jeans and boxers at once. He tugged at the edge of her tank top, and he pulled away to (almost) rip it off. She reached back up to his shirt, unbuttoning it painfully slowly, until he just couldn't take it anymore and ripped off both shirts. She giggled and asked, "Horny much?" He growled and exclaimed, "Dressed much?" and tugged off her shorts and underwear. He aslo sarted kissing down her neck, and slowly migrated his hands to her bra, popped it, and yanked it off. He entered he slowly, but as she started clawing at his back and begging, he sped up, bombarded her neck and jaw with open-mouthed kisses, and started going harder. They both met at their peaks and he collapsed on her, while she stroked his hair. "Maka," he asked cautiously. "Mm?" she answered, as if she had a plan and it was successfully completed. "What the actual fuck just happened?" "Oh nothing!" "No, for real, what did you do to me?" "Ummmmm...it was an experiment. It worked perfectly." she paused. "Gonna tell me more?" "Every time we had sex, I tied up my hair while you were watching, and pleasured you. So that every time I tied up my hair, you were trained to expect pleasure." He thought a while, and Maka started freaking out. "So...I basically just got trained into having sex whenever you want?" "Yea. I wasn't sure if it would work, but I was reading my book, and got horny, so I decided to try it." "Why would your book make you horny," inquired Soul, as he picked it up and read the page Maka was on. It went into detail about the intense love-making that came along at some time, during any relationship. "I see." "Yeah, so, it worked." Soul looked up at her and smirked. That air of authority made him horny all over again. "So...you ready for round 2?" Soul asked, as he carried Maka to the hallway. "Your room or mine?" "Your room." and they disapeared begin his doors, for another round.