The fleeting darkness left a trail of orange in the sky, and the rising sun was groggily waking up, still snoring here and there. His heavy eyes opened and closed like a tide moving back and forth against a beach, and with every passing blink he grew more awake, shining brighter and brighter until his morning light illuminated all of Death City. The sun beamed through the splits of the partially closed shutters and gleamed across the eyes of a sleeping Soul Evans, thereby waking him up. Soul's arms were tightly wrapped around his still sleeping weapon partner, Maka Albarn, and with her, in this moment, the blankets never felt so warm. He craned his head around at the clock,

"8:41," it read. They were going to be late for school, but Soul didn't care about that right now. He propped his head up with one arm and ran his fingers along Maka's skin with the other.

God, her skin is soft. He thought, smirking to himself. Little moans escaped Maka's mouth and her body fluttered at his delicate touches. She was starting to wake up now.

"Smmphll... whnn tm ess..." She murmured into the pillow.

"What was that Maka?" Soul asked.

"Whuh... what time is it?" She sleepily repeated. Soul ignored her question, planting little kisses across her shoulder and up to her neck.

"Seriously Soul... we can't be late again. Professor Stein might 'dissect us'."

"Forget... about... him..." He said between kisses. "He's uncool. You wanna know what else is uncool?"

"Hmm?" Maka groaned as she opened her neck for Soul's lips.

"You. You crawled into bed with me again last night. What is it, Maka, the second time this week? Now that's really uncool of you."

He nibbled on her earlobe and whispered in a low voice, "I think my meister needs to be punished,"

Maka's face went bright red with embarrassment, excitement, and a tiny hint of fear. She wasn't necessarily afraid of him. He'd teased her like this before, but when he did, there was just something in his voice that gave her goosebumps. She didn't know if it scared her in a good or bad way, but in all honesty, she kind of liked him being in control for a change. Almost as if he was her meister.

"Sou-" She started, but melted as Soul's tongue slipped into her ear, his hand sliding down her slim waist and under her panty line.

"Soul, I'm serious. We can't afford to be late," She protested, squeezing his forearm.

"Then stop me."

Maka was rather taken back by this statement. Stop him? What did he mean by that? He was much bigger and stronger than her now. Certainly more than her pride would let her admit.

"Oh c'mon Maka. Don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about. If you wanted me to stop, you could've stopped me by now."

I'm so stupid. How could I forget I'm a weapon. She thought. She hadn't fully woken up yet and still felt pretty groggy so no wonder why it slipped her mind, but she still couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Soul had now returned to Maka's neck, licking and kissing and sucking, even nipping her occasionally with his sharp animal like teeth. His hand was under her girly polkadot panties, cupping her butt cheek, and his fingers slowly started their way closer and closer to that special little triangle between Maka's legs. She tried squeezing her knees together in a not so valiant attempt to close off his access to that sensitive spot, but her knees were going weak, and fast. Maka's breathing had become quite heavy. One of her hands clutched Soul's muscular forearm, and the other gripped the blankets. Soul was so close now he could almost taste it-only an inch or so from her flower.

"Don't..." Maka whispered beneath her breath.

"Don't what?" Soul asked.

"Don't stop..."

Upon hearing those two words, Soul's face split ear to ear in a sharp grin. He slipped his middle finger between her lips and glided it up and down, occasionally passing over her bud. He teased her like this for a while. It was so exhilarating watching her body beg for him. Her grip on his arm was becoming tighter, her nails digging into his skin. Maka would never admit to such a thing, but Soul knew this was her way of pleading for more. Soul suddenly caught Maka's mouth and practically shoved his tongue down her throat. He was so excited. He could feel her body getting hotter, her panties becoming wetter, and it intoxicated him. She was ready now. Her back arched as she feebly tugged on his arm to go there. He was ready too, and so he slid two fingers deep inside of her tight-

"Soul! Soul! Breakfast!"

What?

"C'mon and eat Soul or we'll be late for school!" Maka yelled from the kitchen.

It was just... another dream?

Thank you for reading!

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PUBLISH DATE: 22 January 2019