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K.T.

Chapter Two: Please Remember

Maka watched with slight relief, mismatched with complete horror, as the man she had been pining after and had pushed away (for all of the right reasons), stormed out of their apartment, slamming the door loudly behind him. She sat, confusion evident, unable to understand the events which had just unfolded. First, he makes advances at her - him at her - pulling her close and kissing her neck without a care in the world, and then he gets upset with her reluctance, concluding in him leaving her in the living room of their apartment. She felt a lot colder than she had in his partial embrace, not just physically but emotionally. She stood, eyebrows drawn together, still unable to comprehend, and made her way over to the front door. Looking out through the peephole, she found the hallway void of life. She locked the door for her own safety only to find that Soul had left his keys in his rush, and decided to stay on the couch in case he came back with no way to get in. Maka, not wanting to think too hard on the night's awkward occurrences, grabbed a book, sat back down on the couch, and began to read.

An unknown amount of time and thirteen chapters later had her nodding off, sleep consuming her once again. She dreamt of strong, loving arms cradling her as kisses were strewn across her sweaty skin.

Pushed tight up against a wall by a tall, broad, handsome figure as heated breaths entangled playfully; desperately. The intense feeling of the tingling sensation spreading across her abdomen slowly seemed to crawl up her esophagus sickeningly. She became reluctant in her movements and soon stopped altogether. Gagging and hitting the form holding her off the ground as a sign to put her down. As soon as feet met floor, she ran to the bathroom, the throne of King John being her target. She hovered over the toilet, vomit forcing its way forth to dirty clean porcelain. Strong, comforting hands, the ones that had roamed her form only moments prior, wrapped around her tresses, carefully pulling them back out of her face. She could feel a cold, wet cloth grace the back of her neck ...

Maka awoke with a start, a loud banging on the door being the source of her disturbance. Blinking away her sleep, she rubbed her eyes. What an oddly vivid dream. She quickly got up, glancing at the clock to find it was nearly four in the morning, and made her way to the door. Checking out the peephole, she found Soul, chest heaving as upset clouded his aura. Maka gulped before unlatching the door to let him in. She stepped back, expecting him to enter as soon as he was able, but nothing. Moving to look around the door, she was face to face with an irritated Soul Evans, or perhaps it was more of a painful expression. She couldn't be sure either way, for he was one to rarely - if ever - express his true emotions in any sense.

After releasing a slow breath, he quietly asked, "May I come in?" This left her confused once again. This was their apartment. He didn't need to ask her permission to enter, but she nodded anyway, giving him the green. Soul finally stepped forward and made his way to the living room, too worked up to sit down. He heard Maka shut and lock the door before making her way over to the opposing edge of the couch. A silence came over them as their eyes locked; an act that calmed him and left her unnerved.

"I'm sorry," rumbled lowly through the quiet, bringing forth a silent and unexpected gasp from Maka's throat. "I should've stayed and talked through this with you, but I needed to ... cool off." Maka observed him for a moment. Seemed he needed more cooling, he was still on edge. Little did she know, it wasn't that kind of cooling off. He had been aroused. He wouldn't have been able to talk sensibly while in that uncomfortable and … vulnerable state.

"I'm sorry, too," came from her lips as she averted her eyes, knowing his would try and succeed in capturing hers in a trance once more.

"Why?" he asked. Why? She wasn't sure as to the actual reason for her apology other than she knew that she'd somehow upset him.

"Maka." She heard him take the few strides to her, his large feet coming into view. A hand lightly tapped the bottom of her chin, convincing her head to tilt back so her forest could be interrogated by his fire. "Why are you sorry?" He had a hint of fear run through his gaze as he watched her.

"I don't know. You left because I had angered you in some way, but I don't understand what happened. I don't know what I'm missing," she answered quietly, emotions surfacing in the form of tears as she choked on her own words. She hated not knowing. She hated that he was mad at her and that she didn't understand why.

"So, you really don't remember?" he said, almost relieved that she hadn't been faking ignorance.

"Remember what?" she asked finally. "There's something that I'm missing that I'm obviously supposed to know." She grabbed the hand that held her gaze to his.

"You never used to touch me like this." She stepped back, giving her neck a rest from the angle she was in as a result of the difference in their height. "You never used to even get close to me, and now you're kissing my neck and purring in my ear! So, what is it that I don't know!?" she huffed, exasperated as she pushed his hand away.

Sighing, Soul ran a hand through his unruly hair. "Maka, do you remember going to Liz and Patty's party a few weeks back?" he asked. He watched as she crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly frustrated that he wasn't going to just tell her what she needed to know, what he needed her to remember.

"Yes, I do. It was for the Fourth of July."

"Right. Now, do you remember the 'dream' I told you I had had earlier?" Maka watched in slight amusement as she found colour worming its way across Soul's cheeks, making her tilt her head moderately. She had never seen him blush before.

She thought back to earlier that night, imagined his strong arms as they held her in place and his sultry lips moving across her skin as he made mention of a dream. She shivered from the vivid remembrance, feeling heat pool back into her nether regions.

"I do." She gulped, looking away from him, a blush forming over her skin as well.

"Well, it was a hell of a lot more than a dream," he stated, releasing air through his nostrils.

Her head snapped back up to look at him. "Wait ... what? What does that mean?"

"It means that that so-called 'dream' actually happened." She watched as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them once more. His gaze piercing through her as all signs of embarrassment had vanished. "Between you..." He pointed at her as she slowly began to back away, being stalked down like prey until her back met with a wall. Soul smirked and his other hand came up to rest by the left side of her head, trapping her as he leaned down to hold her basil. "and me," he breathed, making her tremble in anticipation.

She watched as Soul closed in on her, both of his hands now on either side of her head. His forehead met hers, their eyes closed as he held himself back from kissing her. God, how he longed to press his lips to hers in that moment; he missed them. Their breathing became jagged from the close proximity, oxygen intertwining in a heated swirl. Soul's now fisted hands slid down the wall along her sides, halting to rest lowly on her hips; gripping with intense ardor as he held her firmly against the wall.

"S-Soul..."

"Try to remember," he breathed. "Please, try to remember." He brushed his nose against hers before quickly and skillfully lifting her and pushing her into the wall with his body, his hands holding her thighs as his forehead rested in the crook of her neck. Caught by surprise, Maka gasped at the sensation of the air passing along her collarbone, sending choppy memories to flash through her head. Her oddly vivid dream came back to her heavily as she felt Soul's hands tremble against her flesh, his resolve and restraint dwindling at the feel of her skin in his grasp.

"I tried to resist you as we entered..." he began to explain, drawing his nose slowly from the end of her shoulder inward, ever-loving care excruciatingly evident. "but I couldn't, resulting in this ... " Soul then kissed up her neck and jawline passionately, assaulting her as he became powerless against his need for her. His actions pulled forth waves of thrill within Maka, slithering up her body with eagerness. Soul continued to her ear, licking the inside with a warm and sudden dip of his tongue. Maka moaned loudly at the feel of his saliva in her canal only for him to pull away to blow lightly, making excited shivers erupt through her once more. He kissed over her cheek to her nose and made his way to her lips, hesitating for a mere second before pressing them to hers. All at once, time stopped, the hair on the back of their necks standing on end. It was just the two of them in that moment, alone together. It was as if they were floating above the clouds, dancing amongst the stars. His grip on her thighs tightened, forcing her to exclaim into their kiss. Soul pulled away only enough for their lips not to meet before lovingly pressing his cheek to hers, snuggling her tenderly.

"Tell me what happens next ... " she asked breathlessly.

Pulling away to meet her eyes with his, he replied,

"You tell me."

So~? What'd y'all think? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Just a quick update! I soon plan to upload another story come June that I hope all of you will take a peek at. Also, if you haven't already, I encourage you to go read my other story, Bigger Bed.

I'll be working hard for the next update! Please R&R!

Much Love!

K.T.