"So Black Star and Crona and Patty will be gone for the next two weeks?"
"Yes. Black Star is supposed to practice resonating with a different weapon, and Crona was sent along as backup. And you need to stop changing the subject. What is this Soul was teasing you about? What's up between you and Professor Stein?"
"Nothing is up, really! I mean, I watched him work out the other night and I might have...maybe...masturbated...while watching...and maybe Soul found me...but...oh, Tsubaki," Maka moaned, her face buried in her pillow. "Soul hasn't stopped tormenting me. What do I do?" The weapon stretched out on the bed beside her friend and lover, running her fingers through the blond hair that spilled everywhere.
"Was he really that attractive?" Tsubaki asked. Maka raised her head slightly, one eye peeking through the veil of hair that was laying haphazardly across her face.
"And then some," she whispered, the lust burning in her eyes as her memories flowed into the forefront of her mind. "God, Tsubaki, you should have seen him. Miles of toned muscles, and the way he moves...Death, I just wanted to taste him..." The younger girl slammed her head back down with a groan. Her voice was muffled but still audible. "And with Soul bringing it up sometimes when we're having sex...it's too much, just too much..."
"Maybe you should..." Tsubaki hedged quietly. Maka sat up with a gasp, her hair shifting to drape down over her bare chest.
"What?" she screeched. "Maybe I should...what? Seduce my TEACHER?"
"Who's seducing their teacher?" asked Liz as she walked out of the bathroom, not even bothering with an attempt at modesty as she leaned against the dresser to dry off after her shower.
"No one!" yelled Maka. Tsubaki giggled.
"Maka's got the hots for Professor Stein, and Soul likes to talk to her about it while they're in bed." Maka began turning red and flopped back down again, shoving her face farther into the pillow.
"Hmmm. Can't say I blame her. Even with his lab coat on you can tell he is seriously built. I bet he's a real demon in bed. I wonder if those stitches go all over..?"
"Yes, they do," Maka whimpered.
"Wait – how do YOU know?" Liz asked with a grin before leaping onto the bed. "Come on, you can tell your Aunty Liz everything. Every sordid little detail. I promise it's okay." Maka seemed to be trying to dig herself into the bed, so Tsubaki filled their friend in on what she knew. Liz whistled appreciatively.
"Seriously, if you get a chance, you should go for it. That man is sex on legs. I bet he'd have you screaming and begging in two minutes flat. Maybe less." With a snarl Maka rolled over and wriggled off the bed to stand by the window.
"You two are no help at all." Liz stood up and walked over to stand behind the young meister, running shower-damp hands over the girl's back before resting them on her hips. Maka shivered and leaned back against the taller blond.
"I don't see the problem. I mean, yeah, when all this was new you had issues adjusting, but you're great with all of us now. Remember your first time with Black Star?" she giggled, Maka and Tsubaki chuckling as well as they remembered the debacle that night had been. "If you made it through that and still enjoy fucking him, I would think taking Stein to bed would be a piece of cake. A yummy, sensuous, tall, strong piece of cake..." she murmured into Maka's ear, feeling the girl shudder. Liz slid her hands from Maka's hips over her front to cup the girl's small, sensitive breasts, rubbing gently across the nipples that were already hard. Maka moaned out loud, the sound coaxing Tsubaki off of the bed to come stand in front of her friend. Their lips met softly, tongues dancing together, dark hair sliding against golden while Maka would her arms around the older girl's neck. Liz never stopped her tormenting strokes, letting her fingers pluck and rub the tender peaks while Tsubaki possessed Maka's mouth. Soon enough the brunette had moved her hand between the meister's legs and was stroking her soaked folds in time with Liz's attentions. Maka moaned, hips arching, her hands sliding down to cup Tsubaki's breasts, her fingers, calloused from years of scythe-work, squeezing and stroking even as she writhed in the grip of her two tormenters. At some point they'd moved Maka until she was laying down on the bed, her ass on the edge of the mattress and her legs stretched out. Liz climbed up beside her to lick and suck at her neck and Maka felt Tsubaki kneel on the floor between her spread thighs. The first touch of the other girl's tongue on her sensitive folds was electric and Maka moaned in need. Tsubaki, gentle and attentive as she was, began plying her tongue in smooth circles, occasionally teasing Maka's clit with her lips or teeth. Liz, meanwhile, had decided to prove how truly devious she could be.
"Do you think he'd do this to you?" she whispered. "I imagine he's great with his tongue. He's got to know his way around a woman's body, you know he does."
"You're horib-aaaaa!" Maka squealed, her insult cut off when one of Tsubaki's slim fingers plunged into her depths. Liz grinned and decided to have some more fun with the whimpering girl.
"And just think how tall he is...why, you'd be positively tiny underneath him. I wonder if he's rough or gentle? Would he take a lot of time licking and playing with you, or would he just dive right in and jackhammer this tight little hole?" By this time her hand had joined Tsubaki's and she gave the smaller blond's puffy skin a gentle swat, making sure to catch the helpless meister's clit with her fingertip. Maka yelped and arched, the combination of both of their teasing and stroking sending her over the edge with a squeal.
"Liz..." she moaned once she could breathe again, knowing her friends would have no mercy on her. None of the girls heard the door open, but they all heard the delicate cough as someone cleared their throat. Maka was so weak and shaky she couldn't even open her eyes, but the purring voice was unmistakeable.
"How is this supposed to be symmetrical if there are three of you?" Kid asked, amused.
"You can come help us with Maka. She's being stubborn," Liz said firmly. Maka cracked one eye open enough to watch the reaper shed his jacket, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as he sauntered insolently over to the bed.
"Maka, I thought you were done with apprehension?" he teased gently. Tsubaki raised her head, Maka's mew of protest being completely ignored as the weapon spoke.
"Maka's fighting herself right now. She refuses to admit that she wants to take Professor Stein to bed." Kid blinked a few times.
"Really, now?" he mused. "I can see that. He is a very well-made man, though his symmetry is horrid." Almost absently he reached down and grasped Tsubaki's hand, pulling her fingers from Maka's quivering depths and wrenching another protest from the girl in question. With an almost absent air he drew the weapon's fingers into his mouth, sucking them off lightly before leaning down to kiss Tsubaki passionately. Maka and Liz both sat up, watching the two making out before them. Kid was an amazing lover, to have and to watch, and both yellow-haired girls enjoyed observing his skills as he drove Tsubaki out of her mind with nothing more than a very thorough kiss and hands gently, lightly stroking over her bare breasts. Too soon for the dark-haired weapon's liking, however, he pulled away from her and urged her up onto the bed beside the others.
"Now, now, now...how should I choose?" he mused with the thoughtful air of a connoisseur. Tsubaki looked at Liz over Maka's head and the two weapons grinned.
"You should have Maka. She's been primed for a while, and if you talk to her about how much she'd love to fuck the professor she'll go nuts."
"ELIZABETH!" Maka shouted, about to turn on her friend. That is, until she saw how dark Kid's eyes were, how wicked his smile was. With a groan of surrender she leaned back, her two friends each teasing a breast as she watched her lover shrugging out of his shirt and slacks. He climbed up her body with the grace of a panther and leaned down to kiss her. Maka had to admit Kid's kisses were second to none. She didn't remember wrapping her legs around his waist but it didn't matter because he was sliding into her and she was arching up to meet him.
"Now that is amazingly cool," Soul's voice called from the doorway, and Maka snapped her gaze to his. The grin he sported and the erection tenting his pants made her moan...or maybe it was the way Kid shifted his hips on his next thrust.
"Hi," she murmured on an exhale.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the show." He rubbed his palm over the front of his pants.
"Let me give you a hand," Tsubaki said coyly, slipping off of the bed to drop to her knees in front of him. Not to be outdone, Liz joined her friend and in short order they had the albino scythe's pants around his ankles so they could lick and stroke him. Maka and Kid both looked over, watching the trio even as they themselves were watched in return. Kid's fingers brushed against her cheek, drawing her attention to him.
"You're so beautiful, Maka," he whispered, kissing her gently, slowing his thrusts to the point of driving her mad. "Any man would be a fool to turn you away. Even a teacher." She gasped and clenched around him and he smiled. "They were right – that does get you riled."
"Kid..." she pleaded. He could see her internal struggle and decided he wasn't going to play the games the others had been. He remembered all too well how difficult it was for Maka to adjust to new things concerning sex, especially with other people. Instead he leaned down and kissed her again.
"It's okay, Maka," he murmured. "I understand." That said, he took it upon himself to make her forget everything – if only for a little while. Rolling onto his back he pulled her on top of him. As hot as she was, as needy, it took her all of two seconds to straddle him and slam down on his cock, wrenching a moan from them both as she set a fast pace. From the corner of his eye he could see that his friend was close to finishing – how could he not be, being serviced by two of the most talented sets of lips and tongues in all of Shibusen? - so he turned his full attention to the meister riding him like a Valkyrie.
"Come for me, Maka," he moaned, hands gripping her hips as he met her every downward thrust with an upward snap of his hips.
"Kid..." she whimpered, her movements losing most of their rhythm as she strove to take him deeper, harder. With a cry she froze above him, every muscle quivering as she plunged over the edge, yanking him along with her as a cry of triumph and satisfaction left his lips. Together they collapsed onto the bed, turning so that they were laying side by side. He gently freed himself from her depths and pulled her over to spoon against him as they watched Liz and Tsubaki bring Soul to an explosive climax. A few moments later all five of them were laying on the bed, the girls in the middle. Liz had taken Maka's place so she could cuddle with her meister, and Maka curled into Soul's welcoming arms. Tsubaki, laying in the middle, was embraced by all four of them and the group as a whole began to drift off into a well-deserved nap. As they dropped off, Soul made mental plans to have a chat with the rest of the group...somewhere where Maka wouldn't overhear.
Leaning against the cool tile, he couldn't help but hate himself. Any more than he could stop.
Soul had gotten to him, the little shit. And he knew the boy knew it. But even as he was cringing in his own self-disgust his hand kept stroking almost of its own accord, in time with the images he couldn't banish from his mind. Stein moaned under the spray of water while his unruly thoughts tormented him.
And yet, why was he so upset? Soul had made it more than clear that anything that might happen would be completely consensual...that Maka was willing. More than willing, if her partner could be believed. The older meister knew that the weapon would sooner take his own life than let any harm come to his beloved girl, so Stein had no reason to doubt the boy's veracity. So he wouldn't be taking advantage of an innocent woman. By her own admission she was anything but innocent – regardless of the look that seemed to take up permanent residence inside her sparkling emerald eyes. And if what the boy said was true – that he wanted Stein to be her birthday present – then she wouldn't even be underage legally. She was his student, true, but other peoples' morals had never hindered him in the pursuit of his own pleasure in any other way. Why should this be different? Was it because she was Spirit's daughter? She had so much anger towards her father and yet she came to respect and join in a mutually satisfactory polyamorous relationship with her group. Such a thing led him to believe that her issue wasn't with the fact that her father had other sexual partners but that he did so without her mother's knowledge or consent. Maka was upset on her mother's behalf. Stein had no illusions that Spirit would come completely undone when the truth about his daughter's group came out – and it would come out. Shibusen was too small a community to keep secrets for long – but that he would ultimately calm down once he saw she was happy. All his friend ever wanted was to make sure his daughter was happy. He might be a complete flake when relating to her, but there was no doubt that the Death Scythe loved his only child with all his heart. And if having her professor take her to bed made her happy? Spirit would implode. Or explode. Or both. And Maka would snarl and state that she was old enough to make her own choices. And he'd have to watch his back for a while until Spirit calmed down and accepted her words, regardless of how happy he may or may not be to hear them.
So what was his problem? Why did he feel so guilty for standing in his shower and stroking himself to thoughts of the lithe, limber meister pleasuring him in all sorts of ways? Perhaps it was some lingering moralistic code that somehow latched onto his subconscious. In that case, it had no bearing on him. With one decisive thought he made up his mind. Who was he to deny his prize pupil anything? If she wanted him for her birthday...well, then, she would have him. All of him. As though his choice unlocked the shackles of his mind, his imagination fired into overdrive and launched itself into its new freedom.
He moaned with the sensation as he visualized her mouth in place of his hand, her slick pink lips stretched around his girth, her soft tongue doing wonderful things to the delicate tracery of scars along his length. Those gorgeous eyes would be watching him, he knew, that brilliant mind cataloging every motion, learning him even as she pleasured him. He groaned thinking of how he would like to have her tied spread-eagled to one of the sleek metal examination tables, all of that lovely lovely skin on display while he explored the sensitive expanse with his lips and tongue. She would moan, he knew. All of his years of experimentation, dissection, research had made him a bit of an expert on the human body, and he could use every single ounce of knowledge at his disposal to make her writhe. He was momentarily startled to realize he had no desire to cut into her skin, not now. No, he'd prefer to dissect her mind, her very psyche, to know her from the inside out. He knew the power of words as well, the way they could slice and soothe and create something new from the smoldering ashes of what once was. And when she was whimpering, pleading, begging for his touch – only then would he stretch her body with his own. Soul wanted to watch him? Stein chuckled. He had no problems with being observed. The boy wanted to play voyeur while...what was it he said? While Stein "screwed her until she screamed." Oh, she would scream. She would scream and she would cry and she would beg and she would collapse from sheer pleasure. And when he was done, when he'd completely unmade everything that she thought she was and given her the building blocks to rebuild herself however she chose...well, then they'd see how the delicate girl coped. The sensations and his fantasies overtook him and he let out a low groan, the sound lost in the beating of the shower as he leaned over, his hand snapping once, twice, one last time as he exploded, panting while he watched the rivers of his essence mingle with the water and slide down the drain.
Soul was unsurprised when their professor asked to speak with him after class. He shrugged at Maka's suddenly suspicious glare, making sure his expression betrayed nothing and letting their friends lead her from the classroom while he made his way up to the front. He saw Stein's gaze flicker over his meister's slender body as she exited and had to struggle to keep the grin off of his face as he took a seat.
"You came to me with an interesting proposition yesterday, Soul," the older man began, sliding his chair around the desk until he was face-to-face with the weapon.
"I take it you've thought about it."
"I have." Neither male said anything for a long time, Soul watching the other man's eyes for some sign of what he was going to say. Stein pulled a cigarette out and lit it, taking a couple drags before speaking again.
"I would have some conditions," he said after exhaling.
"Name them."
"First, I would want to hear from Maka's own lips that this is something she would be interested in. I know you would never force your partner into anything against her will – I honestly doubt you could if you tried. But as I am still legally her instructor and yours, I must insist that she tell me herself. That is non-negotiable." Soul's mind spun. He'd meant for the entire situation to be a surprise, but he had no doubt that once she got to Stein's if he asked her point blank she would respond honestly. That's just the kind of woman she is, he mused.
"Okay. That shouldn't be a problem. What else?"
"We would be meeting in my lab." The man's green eyes glimmered with excitement and suddenly Soul felt slightly apprehensive.
"You won't dissect her," he said flatly. Stein shook his head.
"The only thing I would even think of using my scalpels for would be to slice her clothing off. And something tells me she would enjoy that as much as I would. On that note, you might want to suggest she not wear anything she is overly fond of because the chances of her outfit remaining in one piece are very very slim." Soul shivered a little, the thought of watching their admittedly dominant teacher actually cutting his girlfriend's clothing off surprisingly erotic. He nodded his understanding.
"The last thing is this: you will not interfere. You can watch, you can get yourself off, whatever. I've never been modest, and this would be far from the first time I've had an audience -" Soul found himself wondering exactly HOW extensive the older man's sexual experience was and had to suppress another shiver "- but essentially as much as I will be Maka's...gift, she will belong to me for the duration. This is also non-negotiable. I won't have her upset or hurt because you decide you can't handle watching the two of us together after we've begun." Soul gulped. Stein was taking this seriously...very seriously. He wondered if he had maybe made a mistake in approaching the older meister. But then he thought back to his love, how much just the thought of being in Stein's hands turned her on, and knew he could deny her nothing, even if it was something she never would have asked for on her own.
"Okay. I can agree to that. Anything else?"
"Just some questions. I'm assuming you were planning for this to happen a week from Saturday, on her actual birthday."
"Yeah. We're taking her out for the day, but I talked to the others and they've all agreed that after 4pm she'll be free and I can bring her over. I have to say Liz and Tsubaki are kind of disappointed that I didn't ask if they could watch as well, but since we all know that Maka can get nervous and that this situation is going to be a total surprise they understand." Some part of the weapon was wondering exactly when his life had gotten so weird as to land him in a chair having a serious discussion with his admittedly slightly deranged professor about letting the man fuck his girlfriend for her birthday. Never in a million years could he have imagined something like this. But oddly he was okay with it all, and that gave him confidence. "Is there anything you would like to see her in? She's agreed to let us choose what she wears for her day out...kind of a compromise. We choose her clothes, and she gets to veto any plans she's not interested in." He watched his companion's eyes flicker and the man reached up to twist the screw in his head a few times. Finally he let his gaze meet the younger man's.
"Maka is a simple beauty. She would look lovely in almost anything. But I have to say my favorite colors are green and black." Soul laughed, pleased with the description of his meister.
"Okay, I can work with that." He regarded his partner in crime with a wicked smile. "So, anything else, or is this a solid plan?"
"It's as solid as it can be, for something so morally questionable," said Stein. His lips curled in a smirk. "Good thing neither of us are big on following other people's morals, right Soul?" The younger man chuckled.
"What time should we show up?"
"Given that, if Maka is like most women, she will want to shower and get ready beforehand, let's say 6:30. The door will be unlocked. Head to my living quarters. We'll make sure everything is acceptable to Maka before we proceed."
"No problem. Have a good weekend, Professor."
"You as well, Soul. And give my regards to Maka." The weapon left the classroom chuckling, certain he could hear a matching laugh from the man at the desk.
Maka knew something was up. Soul had never been able to keep a secret from her to save his life, but this time he'd let nothing slip. If it weren't for the fact that she overheard him and Kid mentioning her 'special birthday present,' she would have written his behavior off as Soul just being weird, or maybe her imagining things. At home, life was as normal as it could be with the people she'd chosen as her family. Soul and the others had even toned down their teasing, only bringing up her desire for her instructor every so often. Still, it never failed to throw her libido for a spin, and she hated it as much as she relished the feelings her thoughts evoked. The worst part of it all was that, for some reason, they had decided as a group not to have sex until the following weekend. No matter who or how she asked, not a single one of her friends would give her a straight answer. She was frustrated, confused, and utterly needy by the time school started back up again on Monday.
As the week started school was normal, even boring in parts. Professor Stein's class was working more on various uses for soul resonance, this time working with switching weapons and attempting to resonate together. As was to be expected, her group was nearly perfect even with the fact that three of their number were off on a special training mission. Stein no longer singled her out for extra work, which was both a blessing and a curse. As much as she missed the one-on-one conversations that came with her usual extra credit assignment discussions, she was equally afraid to be around him as wound up as she was. What if she said something, did something? The thought of possibly making a fool out of herself in front of the one teacher whose approval and interest she craved was horrifying. And his own behavior wasn't really helping. He would occasionally watch her – she could feel his eyes on her, weighing and considering, yet he never said a word. Friday after school she could have sworn he was staring at her as she left the class, and she knew she wasn't imagining his murmur of 'I hope you have a good weekend' as he passed her and Tsubaki in the hallway while they headed out. When she brought it up to her companion the other girl swore she didn't hear anything, though her eyes were shining with mirth she refused to let out. Maka figured she was making too much out of things and headed home with Soul to drop off her stuff before they went out to meet their friends for her birthday attire shopping trip.
The entire experience was enjoyable and completely exasperating at the same time. They went to store after store, making her try on outfits, convincing her to come out and model them. Some were similar to her regular clothing choices, and that was fine, but when Liz dragged them all into Death City Temptation – a clothing boutique known for the more risque fashion choices – Maka gulped audibly and would have turned to leave. The rest of the group wasn't having any of that, however, and in short order she found herself yanked unceremoniously into the store by her girlfriends while Kid and Soul sauntered in, smiling at her predicament. She would never understand how they talked her into it, but she ended up inside one of the boutique's lavish dressing rooms standing stock still as Liz slid a sleek velvet miniskirt up her legs, fastening the black material at her hips while Tsubaki laced her into a sinfully flirtatious emerald patterned corset shirt with peek-a-boo patterning over the top of the bodice and down the sides and a lace-up front. They refused to let her look in the mirror until they were done, and she finally gave in, letting the girls dress her up as they saw fit. Seamed thigh-high stockings and a garter belt were apparently a must, as was the matching pair of thong panties. What really threw her off was when the blond left the dressing room only to come back a few moments later with the most sinfully sexy pair of shoes Maka had ever seen. They were black sandals, only about four inches high – positively low-heeled considering most of the styles DCT carried – but the laces wrapped around her calves and up to her knees where they fastened in a delicate bow. The crisscrossing lines made her legs seem even longer, sleeker, and looking down she knew that she had to have the shoes, regardless of anything else. She may never wear them except on special occasions, but she had to have them. Tsubaki fastened a choker with an emerald and silver pendant around her neck and coaxed her into wearing the matching earrings as well. Liz, meanwhile, had brought in a pair of wide lace wristbands in a similar pattern to the corset. From her purse she pulled out a hairbrush and, ignoring Maka's halfhearted protests, pulled her hair out of its customary ponytails and brushed it straight down her back, pulling a few strands out to drape across her face artfully. Finally her friends pronounced her dressed and set to their satisfaction, stepping aside and urging her in front of the floor-length mirror. Maka would swear her heart stopped.
"I...this...this can't be me," she whispered in a stunned tone, watching as her reflection mirrored her expression.
"It is, honey," Liz cooed. "You clean up real well when you're not aiming for the sweet and demure look."
"Come on, let's go show the guys!" Tsubaki chimed in. Maka balked, digging in her heels.
"I can't go out there like this! What will they think?" She seemed almost scandalized, and Liz laughed hysterically.
"So you can let them fuck you into oblivion in any way they see fit, but you can't stand the thought that they might see you looking hot? You need to examine your priorities." And with that she gave a final hard shove and Maka stumbled out of the dressing room only to come to a halt in front of her wide-eyed lovers. Soul sprayed blood from his nose while Kid just looked at her like she was the holidays and his birthday all in one.
"You are stunning," he whispered, slowly walking around her. Soul had gotten his involuntary reaction under control and moved around her other side.
"Death, Maka...you look amazing," her weapon murmured. Maka was so red she felt her face might burst into flames.
"We did good, didn't we?" Liz cajoled from where she and Tsubaki were leaning against the dressing room door.
"I'll say," Soul said in a low, raspy voice, Kid agreeing with a wordless nod.
"Really, guys, I don't know...this is not really me..."
"It should be," Kid said reverently. He motioned for the saleswoman spoke to her in a soft voice that Maka was unable to make out. The woman grinned and went off happily to the counter, followed by Kid. They talked for a moment while she was doing something with paperwork, and he leaned over the counter to say something to her, but Maka barely noticed anything further. She was too busy melting at the look in Soul's eyes as he backed her against the wall.
"I would love to take you right here, right now," he purred in her ear. "You look so damned hot." His hand skimmed down her side, resting on the band of bare skin between shirt and skirt. His fingers were firm, his skin warm, and his teeth began to pluck at her neck. She heard Liz and Tsubaki laughing, the latter leaning over to whisper something Maka couldn't hear in her weapon's ear. He growled but let go, stepping back and distancing himself.
"You need to go change back into your regular clothes, Maka," he ground out. "Now." With a gasp she fled back into the dressing room where – to her shock – they left her alone. She couldn't help but take another look in the mirror, running her fingers over the material of the skirt, over the softly patterned corset. She realized then that it matched her eyes almost perfectly, making them look even larger and more vibrant. Overall she had to admit her girls did know what they were doing. She felt so...attractive. It was an unusual feeling. Maka sighed and stripped out of the decadent clothing, feeling both more comfortable and slightly disappointed as she hung the beautiful items back up on their hangers. Once more herself, she left the dressing room.
"Well, Maka, you ready to get out of here?" Soul asked, seemingly back to his usual self. She nodded, too emotionally worked up to say anything. The rest of the shopping trip was a blur. She vaguely registered the outfit that they all agreed on was much more to her normal tastes than the clothing from the boutique, and she told herself she was happier that way. It was late evening when they were done so they grabbed takeout food and went back to their homes, having solidified their plans for the following morning. By the time her clothes were hung up, dinner was eaten, and she and Soul were showered she was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow, curled in her weapon's arms and dreaming lascivious dreams that would torment her through the night.
The next day dawned bright and early, the sun laughing in the sky as Maka pulled herself from the bed. She smelled breakfast, and it smelled delicious, so she finished her morning routine and darted out to the kitchen. Kid, Liz, and Tsubaki were all sitting around the table as Soul dished out huge piles of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. Her plate had a single red rose in a bud vase sitting by it, along with a beautiful card that she saw was signed by everyone.
"Happy birthday, Maka!" they chorused.
"Thank you guys, so much!" Soul walked over and began dipping out food for her as well and she found she was famished. For the most part it was a typical breakfast, and Soul was an excellent cook when he put his mind to it, so they were all very full and happy by the time the table was cleared. Maka moved her rose to her nightstand in the bedroom and came back out to flop down on Soul's lap where he was sitting on the couch.
"So what new tortures do you have for me today?" she asked jokingly.
"Oh, it's not that bad, I promise," Tsubaki hurried to assure her, Kid following her lead.
"Well, we figured we'd go to that park you like so much – we brought Frisbees and drinks. And then there's a matinee showing of 'Death after Life' at the theater, and Soul said you'd wanted to see that."
"Then we were all going to head to Kid's house and enjoy the pool for a while. You are going to want to be relaxed for your 'special present' this evening," Liz said, her eyes twinkling. Soul groaned and shook his head.
"Liz, we weren't going to say anything until we were AT the pool, remember?"
"Oh, yeah...oops..." the tall blond said sheepishly.
"What 'special present'?" Maka asked, wariness in her voice.
"It's okay, Maka. We all know you're going to love it," Soul soothed.
"Soul..." she said warningly, and he instinctively looked around to make sure there were no textbooks within reaching range. He looked her in the eyes, taking her hand in his own.
"Maka, we all love you. I promise, this is something you want, but it's not something you'd ever ask for yourself because, well, you aren't the type of person to ask for gifts. Just trust me?" He turned puppy dog eyes to her and she sighed heavily.
"Okay. But if it's something awful I'm going to get you back. You know that, right?" Her friends laughed and nodded and together they gathered their things and headed off to enjoy the beautiful weather and celebrate their friend's birthday.
The day was perfect. Maka enjoyed herself so much that she nearly forgot to be apprehensive about whatever 'special present' her devious partner had come up with – she knew without a doubt whatever it was was his idea, that much she could be certain of. No one else would be as sneaky when it came to her. She loved the movie as she figured she would, and after an impromptu lunch at her favorite sushi place they were all back at Kid's place and changing into swimwear. She would admit to being a little bit surprised about that – since their group had become so open sexually it was rare that they would wear bathing suits or swim clothes at all. But when the other girls headed to get theirs she followed. Before long they were all splashing and playing, disdaining the suggestion of pool volleyball – Kid nearly had conniptions at the thought of uneven teams – for a game of underwater tag. By early evening the five were resting, exhausted and utterly relaxed, in the cool water. Soul was the first to notice the time. Without even opening his eyes he turned his head in Maka's direction.
"So, since you already know you have a special present coming, I'll give you some details. It's kind of a what and kind of a where. So head up to the second guest room and shower the chlorine off. I left some clean clothes in the bag on the bed."
"Soul, seriously, what's going on?" she asked without much hope of an answer. He just grinned at her, eyes half-lidded and glowing with wickedness.
"Go shower and change." Knowing she'd get no further answer she left the pool in a minor huff, slight upset that she was being kept in the dark – it was her birthday after all – and yet confident enough in her partner to trust him.
The shower had miraculously acquired some sort of deliciously scented hair and body washes, and Maka let the warm water chase over her skin as she lathered herself up. The week of no intimacy was catching up to her – she hadn't gone so long without an orgasm since the night she lost her virginity – and the loofah sponge felt insanely arousing against her slick skin. She knew she really didn't have time for anything, so she curbed her libido and forced herself to only touch herself as much as was necessary to make certain she was clean. She rinsed off and stepped out, wrapping herself in one of the fluffy towels of Kid's that she loved so much, and walked to the bedroom. To her surprise not only was there a bag on the bed, but Liz and Tsubaki were there as well.
"We've come to help get you ready," the dark-haired girl said. She motioned for Maka to lay down on the bed and, confused, the freshly showered girl did so. Liz moved to the head of the bed and began to brush Maka's hair with gentle strokes while Tsubaki picked up a bottle of tantalizingly scented lotion and started to smooth it into the young blond's skin. Maka relaxed even further at their ministrations, feeling completely pampered for the first time in ages. Small quiet moans escaped her lips as Tsubaki's talented hands pressed gently on muscles that were still a little tense, and the silken slide of the brush through her hair as Liz brushed it dry was heaven. Shortly she was told to turn over and the attention continued. It didn't help her arousal levels any when Tsubaki began massaging the lotion into Maka's breasts and sliding slick hands down to make sure the moisturizer made its way between the girl's legs, and soon the meister was whimpering.
"Don't worry, Maka," the brunette weapon whispered. "You're going to enjoy yourself this evening, we promise. Now stand up – we've got to get you dressed." Maka, in a lust-filled daze, did as she was told and watched in utter shock as Liz began unpacking a very familiar set of clothing from the solid-colored bag.
"Where – when did you guys get these? We left without buying them!" Liz smiled.
"Kid paid for them before we left, and had them delivered this morning. Make sure to thank him later. Though if tonight goes as well for you as we all think it will, it might be a while before you can thank him properly," the outspoken weapon said with a waggle of her eyebrows. Maka was completely confused, but allowed her friends to dress her once more. This time they didn't stop at the clothes, however. While Liz tamed her hair into straight golden sheets down her back, Tsubaki did something with makeup that made Maka gasp in surprise when she glanced int eh mirror. Her eyes looked amazing, wide and sultry, and her lips somehow looked more full and defined, though it really didn't seem she was wearing cosmetics at all. In short order the older girls had her dressed, primped, and ready to go.
"Time check?" Liz asked while lacing Maka's sandals up her legs.
"6:10," Tsubaki replied from behind the meister as she wove a thin emerald ribbon into a tiny braid that hung over Maka's shoulder.
"Great. We're just on time." The two stood up and stepped back, high-fiving each other over their work. Since there was no full-length mirror in the room Maka just had to take their word that she looked good enough for...whatever was coming next.
"Is she ready?" Soul's voice rang out from downstairs.
"Just finished!" Liz yelled back before turning to Maka. "Go on, girl. And happy birthday." Tsubaki echoed the sentiment and, taking a deep breath, Maka strode from the room with her head held high. She had no idea the picture she presented as she descended the staircase with all the poise of royalty, but she saw in Soul's eyes that he was very pleased with her appearance.
"Come on, Maka," he said, grasping her hand softly. "You have one last present, and we don't want to be late." She didn't notice the looks of her other three friends as she and her weapon walked out the door and mounted his motorcycle.
"She's going to have a hell of a night. Stein won't know what hit him," Kid said softly, smiling at the beauty that was his friend.
"He may not know what hit him but I don't doubt he'll figure it out real quick," Liz said with a smirk. As the bike pulled away the three of them turned and headed up the stairs to the master bedroom for their own evening plans.