Soul Eater was excited about that evening. He and Maka
had abstained for an entire week while preparing for the
mid-term exam and now they could finally spend the night
together.
"You just got off probation! You need to study all week!"
"I can do that before bed," he protested as he leaned in to
kiss her.
She pushed him away and looked at him sharply.
"I want you to study," she pleaded. "I don't want to almost
lose you again!"
Soul let out a sigh as he bowed his head.
"Listen," she soothed, "If you study every night this week,
I'll give you a nice reward on Friday night."
He looked to one side, still dejected. Maka decided she would
have to sweeten the deal.
"Be a good boy and I'll even do that thing with my gloves that
you like."
His spine straightened sharply.
"Deal?"
Soul studied diligently every night that week. He went to
his room after school and never emerged, even for meals.
Maka brought him a tray each evening to make sure he ate
and to check on his progress. She knew he still felt weird
about asking her for help, so she tried to keep her advice
to a minimum unless he specifically asked for it.
He had done well at first, but late Wednesday evening
brought a sudden urge that he could not shake. He paced
back and forth with a raging hard-on that would not go
away.
'This is ridiculous. I can make it a week without doing it.'
He continued to pace for a few more minutes before he
had to stop. He looked at the corner of his bed frame and
thought about the small hiding place he had there.
'I can do it just once before bed.'
Meanwhile, Maka was pacing her room furiously as well.
'I hate this. I decide to call a truce and I can't stop thinking
about it. I need to study too but . . .'
She thought about breaking her own rule. She could
amend it. She could say that she felt they both needed
some stress relief and that once would be acceptable. She
walked to her door and placed her hand on the knob.
She hesitated.
'No, Maka,' she thought to herself.
Her hand fell from its place and she went to her bed to lie
down for the night.
'I have to keep my word.'
One hand fell to her forehead and the other fell . . .
Maka shuddered at the sudden sensation that rippled over
her body.
'I suppose it's not really cheating.'
Maka opened Soul's door on Thursday morning so she
could take his tray from last night. He had already left in a
hurry for an extra lesson so she had the house to herself
for another hour before she would have to leave.
"He always makes such a mess," she said to herself as she
looked around at the books lying open all over the room,
crumpled pieces of paper scattered across the floor, and
his unmade bed with the sheets and comforter twisted
together.
'The waste basket is the cleanest thing in here.'
Maka set about tidying up before taking the tray when she
saw it.
It barely stuck out from under his mattress.
Soul had been too careless and now his little secret was in
Maka's hands.
She shakily flipped through the glossy pages at the
shameless displays captured within. She felt so many
feelings of anger, jealousy, sadness, and betrayal that she
did not know what to do with them.
The feelings eventually began pouring out as tears.
Maka barely saw Soul for the rest of the day. She came in
with his meal that evening as usual but left without saying
a word.
'She probably just has a lot on her mind. The exam is
tomorrow,' he reasoned as her silence disturbed him a
little.
The next morning, the girl left early and avoided her
weapon for the entire day. She even left school without
waiting for him and shut herself in her room for the next
several hours.
When he knocked at the door, she shuddered but did not
make a sound as he opened the door.
Soul entered Maka's room, excited about doing what he
knew they both had waited all week for. He saw his
girlfriend already under the blankets and completely
covered.
'What game's she playing now?'
He tip-toed over to the bed and slid under the covers only
to find her facing away from him in a pair of cotton
pajamas.
"What's up, Maka? I thought we had a special night
planned."
"I don't feel like it, Soul Eater Evans."
'I'm boned.'
He knew his next words could potentially escalate or
diffuse the situation and he wanted to choose them
carefully.
"Do you want to talk about it now?"
Maka did not reply, but she lifted her right arm so she
could drop the magazine she had found onto the sheets in
between them.
'Fuck.'
"Is that what you like? You want a girl like the ones in that
magazine?"
Soul Eater picked it up and laid on his back next to the
ash-blonde girl.
"Do you think about those pictures when you're with me?
Are you waiting for someone with a better body? I know
you tease me, but I thought I was enough for you. Do you
have any idea how that makes me feel? Knowing that you
look at women like that while I'm so plain? Are you even
attracted to me?"
The next sound she heard made her heart skip a beat.
She heard the sharp, shrill sound of tearing paper.
Maka sat up and turned only to sit frozen in place as Soul
ripped each page in half as he flipped through the girlie
mag for the last time. When he was finished, he carefully
gathered up the glossy strips and dropped them into
Maka's waste bin next to the bed.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I forgot I even had it and . . . I
looked at it again a few days ago. You're right. You're the
only one I should be looking at. Of course you turn me on,
Maka. I don't think you should ever change and I don't
want you to."
Maka had prepared for any lame excuse he might give, but
she had never considered a total admission of guilt.
"Y-y-y-you just . . ."
She let the sentence trail off.
He reached up to brush a few stray strands of hair behind
her right ear.
"It's not cool being the one to make you cry. I'm sure you'd
like to sleep alone tonight."
Before he could get up, Maka rolled over on top of him with
tears rolling down her smiling face.
"Stupid boy . . . you always manage to say the right thing."
She leaned down to kiss him before sitting up and
unbuttoning her pajama shirt to reveal a white, lacy bra.
"And I was sort of hoping you would."
She pulled down her bottoms to reveal her matching
panties, garter belt, and stockings.
"I saw one of them wearing something like this . . . Do you
like it?"
Soul nodded his head, dumbfounded. He fumbled around
in the nightstand drawer only to find it empty.
"I need to go ask Blair for–"
Maka cut him off with a finger to his lips.
"In a minute. But first . . ."
She reached under her pillow and, with a twisted smile,
held up a pair of pure white gloves.
Maka peeled off her gloves as Soul panted heavily beneath
her. She lay next to him on her side, her head propped up
on her right arm as she ran a finger up and down his
chest.
"From now on I want to be your fantasy girl. Maybe we
could even take pictures. Would you hide dirty pictures of
me under your mattress?"
Soul nodded.
She leaned down and whispered into his ear.
"Would you masturbate while looking at them?"
Another nod.
"That really makes me happy," she said with a smile.
She was about to stand up and find their pet cat when she
looked on the nightstand to see a small pile of foil packets.
"I hate it when she sneaks in here."
She picked one up and was about to tear it when Soul put
a hand up to stop her.
"Please," he whispered through light gasps for air, "I need
a little break."
She smiled and rolled onto her back so he could rest on top
with his head against her chest. She stroked his hair
already damp with sweat while he lifted her bra and began
to lightly lick, blow on, nibble, and suck her right breast.
"I really love you."