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So,,,, I've been ignoring my stories lately and have only now just realized that I should really update some of them. Sorry for the delay. I was listening to Breaking Benjamin's-Agony, Weezer-Undone, Led Zeppelin's-Stairway to Heaven, and while writing this.
Agony, that's what this is. It's totally uncool, this feeling. Having to touch the flawless skin of the one you love, the love unaware of your feelings. To massage and knead her in such a way that gives her enough pleasure to let out moans that strike your soul. The tent in my pants is an obvious clue as to how these sounds are affecting me. And try as I might to tell myself to calm down, its really hard to ignore the perfect half naked girl, no, woman beneath me. I know Maka can be unaware of certain things, mostly of perverted nature, but she couldn't possibly be this blind. There's no way she can't see the way I feel, the way I act, the way I stutter when her beautiful eyes meet mine.
There's no way.
There's no way his hands can feel this good. The way they work at my muscles, the pressure, the calloused feel of his hands. God, his hands are destroying me. Wearing down the perfect wall I've built to keep these unwanted feelings at bay. Sure, the feelings aren't negative in any way, but if he were to find out that I have them, the consequences may be. And I just can't have that. I can't lose the only solid thing tying me down, the only thing keeping me from flying away in this sand-storm life.
He's a necessity, and if you take chances with the things you need, you lose them.
And she'd be damned if she lost her Soul.
Kneading the smooth expanse of back underneath him, Soul realized that he would never truly be able to keep his feelings from his meister, there was just no way. He wished he could tell her right now. Spin her around into his arms and just bare his soul to her, but that would totally be uncool.
He'd settle for something more simple instead.
"Maka..."
"Hmmm, what is it Soul?" She answered in a purr.
"Ummm, I, uh, was wondering if I could talk to you about something, but you can't make fun of me for how totally uncool I'm being!"
This definitely caught her attention," Fine Soul, I wont make fun of you. I promise, no matter how uncool it is." Maka giggled, sliding out from under Soul, turning to face her still kneeling weapon on the couch.
Soul hurriedly plopped backwards crossing his legs, putting some distance between himself and the half naked girl.
"So, what's on your mind?" Arm draped lazily across her chest, she looked on in curiosity as her crushed stammered.
After-all how are you supposed to bring this kind of subject up to the one you love, while hse's half naked and staring at you with big, green innocent eyes?
"Well, Maka, I... there's this girl I like and I really don't know what to do about it, and I don't think that she feels the same, and we've been friends forever and I really don't want to wreck our friendships if she doesn't feel the same way and..."
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down! Who are you talking about Soul?"
Her Heart beat climbs.
"I, uh, I rather not say."
It cracks just a bit.
"Is it someone we go to class with?"
A shred of hope.
"Yeah."
And now down it goes.
"Oh".
"Yeah."
"Are you really close to her?"
"She's one of my best friends."
So it has to be Patty or Tsubaki, or maybe even Liz. Well I definitely can't tell him about my feelings now.
She brings her other arm in front of chest, realizing how exposed she really is. I cant believe I flirted like that with him, I can't believe I'm sitting on this couch basically NAKED talking about the person he likes! God my life sucks!
"Well, uh, what was your question?" Maka asks quietly, trying to conceal the sobs trying to make the way out her mortified throat.
"How do I tell her that, ya know, I like her? Do I just come out and say it, or should I hint at it?"
"Well, umm, just find a good time to tell her. You can't just walk up to her and tell her you like her, you have to lead up to it. Make it romantic, make it meaningful. That's how I would do it." That's how I would want you to confess to me.
"Alright, thank you Maka. Let's continue loosening-up that-"
"I'm fine, thanks. I'm gonna head to bed now." Leaping from the couch she quickly picked up her clothes and quickly made her way to her room, quickly closing the door. That Idiot.
Well that was odd. Letting out a huff, Soul too climbed from the couch and made his way to the bathroom, lingering images of Maka still clinging to the backs of his eyelids.
Closing the door, he leaned back against it, remembering the feeling of her smooth skin against his rough hands. He groaned, feeling the pulse beneath his jeans re-awaken. God, she just drives me insane!
Stripping down, he turned on the shower, needing to release the tension in his now awakened body. Grabbing the shampoo, he quickly scrubbed his head clean of the grime that had built up during the day, trying to ignore the ever growing problem that was his cock.
The feel of her smooth skin, still lingers on his hand, her perfume lingers in his nose.
God, I give up!
Reaching down he grabs his shaft giving it a quick, hard pump. Groaning, he imagines it's her hand teasing him, bringing him to the edge of sanity. He pictures her looking up at him with those big, green doe eyes as she lowers her head closer to his member, he feels the ghost of her breath across it's head. He feels her tongue circling it's tip before she swallows him all.
Groaning even louder, he starts to pump harder imagining how warm and hot her little mouth would be. How smooth her fluttering tongue would feel as she swallow him over and over and over again.
Growing closer to the edge his labored breath echoes in the small bathroom, water cascades own his back as he braces his hands against the tiled, white wall in front of him.
He pictures her spread out on the bed before him, one of her beautifully long legs thrown over his shoulder as he grows closer to her core. Her heat, her blushing face, and heaving chest. The beauty of the imagined moment becoming almost to real as he pumps even quicker. He imagines how tight she squeezes him as her enters her for the very first time, he imagines the arching of her back as he pumps into her over and over. It becomes to much.
"Ehh!" trying to catch his breath, the little sun-bursts in his eyes fade as oxygen starts to return. Guilt suddenly fills him, as he realizes the way he just imagined his meister.
"...ummmm, Soul are you, umm okay?"
Sliding down the the floor Maka let's the floodgates open. How could I be so stupid, so naïve! Of course Soul would never feel that way about me.
Leaning her head back against her door, tears streaming down her face, she continues to stew in her self pity.
"Ugh... Ah..."
What the hell, turning her ear to the door she starts listening intently.
Souls taking a shower, I really need to take one too. I'll go ask him how long he's going to be. I hope he doesn't ask why I ran off like that.
Quickly throwing on one of Souls old shirts she grabs a towel, Maka wanders down the hall to the bathroom door, raising her hand to knock on the-
"Eh...Ah..Ah.."
What the hell... Is Soul okay?! He said he was tried earlier, but I wonder... maybe he got an injury and just didn't want to tell me about it, that baka!
Quickly changing her tactic, she quietly turns the door knob, careful to close the door quickly behind her, keeping out the cold air.
Don't want the idiot to know that I'm onto him.
She starts tip-toeing through the steam filled room.
"Uh..Ah..Ma-maka..."
She freezes, how could he possibly know she's there. She stays still crouching lower, maybe he doesn't really see me. He's probably just talking to himself.
"S-shit...Ah...ah...ugh...fuck...ma-ka"
What the hell.
"Ehh!"
There's-there's no wayhe was just doing what I think he was doing right? I thought he liked some girl from our-oh...ummm...well. Do I let him know I'm here? I mean, If he likes me and I like him, then this really shouldn't be a problem. If anything this should solve a lot of the shit that's been messing with our teamwork lately.
"...ummmm, Soul are you, umm okay?"
As most of my readers know, I love cliff-hangers. Sorry, more reviews before an update.
~Tempest
