The Second Day

Maka groaned as the sun slowly began to change places with the moon outside her bedroom window. It meant that the second day of this misery was about to begin and this thought didn't excite Maka in the least.

Unwillingly Maka grit her teeth together. Well, at least not excite her in a very welcomed way… Irritated with her own body's stupidity she forcefully rubbed her thighs together, trying to no avail to sate the relentless burning.

Her body twitching with anticipation for what would surely come Maka worried her lip as she tried to make the decision of whether to try it or not. There was the possibility that it would help quiet the urges that seemed to scream at her, of course there was also the possibility that it would only make matters worse.

Groaning in frustration Maka decided to risk it, since it didn't seem that the latter was very likely (doing that was supposed to help you feel relived, right?) Now the only question was: how to go about doing such a thing?

It wasn't like this was an activity that Maka endorsed herself in every day, or ever really. The only thing that she was certain of was that her body was literally crying out for some sort of attention and her fingers were itching. She supposed that listening to her body would be most affective in this case.

"Here goes nothing." Maka whispered with a shaky breath.

Timidly Maka let her hand run over her smooth stomach (she'd never bothered to put her shirt back on) enjoying that satisfied shivers that rippled over her flesh as she nervously fingered the elastic of her sleeping shorts.

Swallowing Maka slid her hand under the band and cupped herself through the thin fabric of her matching lavender hip huggers. The contact made the air currently in her mouth blow out with a hissing sound.

Panting slightly she cupped herself tighter adding more pressure to her aching core. Egged on by the overwhelming sensations that were wracking her body Maka slowly slid a single digit over her clothed slit. She gave a happy little yelp at the contact, her uncertainty staring to fade away.

Enticed she ran the same finger over her core adding more pressure and nearly screaming. Panting slightly Maka swore she could feel her pupils dilating; pining for more Maka added a second finger and ran them furiously along the quickly moistening slit.

Suddenly her curious fingers ran over a tiny bump that that Maka arching her back towards the ceiling, her head pushed into her pillow as she moaned blissfully. With a harsh pant Maka slid her hand under the thin fabric that covered her woman hood and rubbed the same spot between her thumb and pointer finger.

Arching harder Maka clamped her free hand over her mouth to choke off a mind numbing scream. She still had to remember that Soul was also in the apartment, most likely still asleep.

Maka's eyes were hooded with desire as her hand slid away from her mouth and trailed down to her chest. Barely there fingers making her skin rise in delight. Breathing through her nose Maka plunged a single finger into her over heated core at the same time that she squeezed her right breast.

Maka bit her lip until it drew blood but she could care less, her mind was completely blanked out by the blissful fog that assaulting her. Pumping harder she added another lithe digit and curled them up.

It was as if someone had set off fireworks somewhere inside of her body. A scream tearing through her before she could stop herself as the shining heat seared her insides in the most pleasurable of ways.

Slowly Maka's eyelids flutter opened as she slumped back against her bed exhausted but somehow more excited by what had just occurred. Sighing contently Maka removed her hand from her now drenched underwear and examined the sticky clear liquid on her slender fingers.

Curiously she lowered a single digit to her mouth a curious pink tongue darting out as her bedroom door flew open to reveal a very disheveled and anxious looking Soul.

Maka's eyes widened before she looked from her current state back to the shocked scythe panting in her door way. He looked like he'd just run a 30 mile long marathon. Suddenly it was as though she'd realized just how mortifying this situation was. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out just exactly what she'd been doing.

"Soul!" Maka choked. Oh my god he's never going to look at me the same way again!

"Maka…" Soul breathed taking in the sight of his tousled Miester. "I heard you scream, are you okay?"

"What?" Maka breathed confused. "Oh, um…yeah I'm f-fine!"

"Are you sure?" Soul quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah!" Maka said trying to regain some of her usual composure. "Of course I'm sure!"

"Really?" Soul breathed taking a step closer and narrowing his eyes. "Because you don't look so sure…Maka, what exactly were you doing before I came in?

"Um…" Maka stuttered before they both jumped at the sound of her cell phone jungle. "Ah, my phone.."

"Hello?" Soul answered grabbing the phone before Maka could reach it.

"Hey!" Maka said angrily reaching for the phone only to be stopped by Souls out stretched hand on her head. "God damn it Soul, give me that phone! NOW!"

"Shut up tiny-tits." Soul sneered. Maka's eyes widened and her cheeks puffed out angrily.

"MAKA-CHOP!" Maka screamed decking him in the skull with the heaviest book she could find. "Hello?"

"AH!" Soul wailed clutching his head and cursing. "FUCK!"

"Maka-chan?" Blair chirped.

"Oh, hi Blair." Maka said sourly. She was still upset with the magical cat.

"Nya Maka-chan don't be upset with Blair!" Blair wailed. "Bu-chan just wanted to let you know not to, you know," Blair's sentence was punctured with a giggle. "Pleasure yourself. It'll only make things worse! Alrighty well, bye-bye!"

With that the phone call ended with the sound of the line going dead. Maka stared at the call end sign for a moment before letting the phone slip onto the comforter. Horrified she stared at her still sticky right hand and sucked in a shuddering gasp.

Of course, now that damned witch would tell her! Shaking her head Maka moaned. Great, what the hell was she going to do now?

"Dear Death God that really fucking hurt Maka…" Soul grumbled pulling himself back up to look at his Miester. "Hey Maka! Are you okay?"

"No…" Maka said in a strangled voice. "Not really…"

"Whats wrong?" Soul asked instantly in protector mode. "What's going on?"

"Stupid Blair forgot to tell me something important…" Maka sighed shaking her head. "And now I'm screwed…"

Soul raised an eyebrow at her choice of words surprised that she was using such language.

"Why do you say that?" Soul inquired.

"Because I've done something stupid Soul," Maka took a deep breath and looked her Weapon in the eyes. "I kinda uh…well um, fin-fingered my-myself…"

For a moment Soul could only stare at his quickly reddening Miester while his brain tried to comprehend what she'd just told him. She had been…masturbating? Maka, his Maka doing something that she always claimed was much too vulgar for her to participate in?

Curiously Soul sniffed the air realizing in an instant that she wasn't lying, without him noticing he began to drool a bit as a shark toothed grin came into view.

"Oh Maka," Soul sighed boring into her with devilish ruby eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Um…" Maka swallowed unsure for the first time of what Soul was thinking. "I-I'm not sure?"

"Nothing!" Soul chirped as he basically jumped up and ran from the room laughing.

For a moment Maka simply sat on her bed staring at the open door which Soul had disappeared through.

"ARGH!" Maka screamed. "STUPID SOUL!"

All she got as a response was booming laughter.