If there was one thing Maka had tried time and time again to explain to Soul if would have to be to NEVER piss her off. Of course Soul, being the 'Cool Guy' he believed he was, decided that he didn't need to listen to maka or her rules. Soul enjoyed pissing Maka off, it could almost be considered a hobby of his. Unfortunately as Maka got older she also got more control over her emotions. The simple things that used to drive her insane no longer had their usual affect. She still became irritated, but she no longer rewarded him with her high pitched squeal of his name and a Maka-Chop to his head. Now Soul wasn't saying that he enjoyed her constant abuse, but the look on her face before she delivered her famous blows to his head was totally worth it.

Even the demeing nicknames he had given her as a child held no value. Tiny-tits was no longer accurate. She disproved THAT nickname when she grew into a 'C' cup at the age of 17. He couldn't call her childish either. She grew out of her immature pigtails and now lets her hair hang down to a very attractive length of down past her lower back. Although bookworm still applied Soul found that he couldn't bring himself to use that against her. Quite frankly the way she looked when she was sitting on the couch in her incredibly short skirt or shorts, her head burried in her books, wile chewing on the tip of her pencil with her full, pink lips, well Soul rather not think about his relatively new and completely uncool nerd-fettish.

The one thing that hadn't changed about Maka was her semi-prudish ways. Anything of the sexual nature still made her face turn red. It still left her a studdering and blushing mess. And it still lead to the eventual frustration that Soul found oh so entertaining. So as Maka became more mature so did Soul's torture material.

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Death City in rare form. Despite the usual dry weather, today it was raining, like a lot. BlackStar had left a few minutes ago stating that rain was no match for his godly will leaving Soul alone with his meister. Soul sat in his room staring at the ceiling trying to decide how to get rid of his boredom. Music held no appeal to him that day. He wanted nothing to do with the black and white keys of his keyboard, or the tightly strung strings of his guitar. Soul sat up decided he wanted to get a snack to at least postpone his inevitable boredom. Soul emerged from his bedroom and noticed his meister sitting on the couch, with surprise surprise, a book in hand.

She was wearing a pair of short, and he meant SHORT, black shorts, and an extra large long sleave sweater that Soul noticed was the same sweater his mother gave to him for Christmas. Soul had deemed it 'uncool' and tossed it into the hallway for Maka to dispose of. Apparently she decided to keep it instead. Soul also happened to notice the way the large sweater slipped off her shoulder and exposed the milky colored skin of her neck and shoulder. He also noticed how the sweater was so large that her shorts were barley visible. Soul swallowed the lump in his throat and went into the kitchen to get a drink.

Soul opened the refridgerator and pulled out the cartan of milk. He peeked over at Maka, who still had her head burried in her book, and started lifting the cartain to his lips. "Use a glass Soul." Soul glared at the blonde. She wasn't even looking at him, how the hell did she know he was about to drink out of the cartain? "I know you Soul. Just use a glass for once." What was she a freaking mind reader now!? Soul mumbled something and Maka spoke without skipping a beat. "I heard that!" Soul grabbed a glass and poured himself a cup of milk. He sat on the couch next to Maka and placed his feet up on the coffee table.

"So, what book are you reading?"

"Hunger Games. The movie is coming out of DVD soon and since Tsubaki and I didn't get to see it at the movies she pre-ordered it and we're going to have a movie night at her place. Soul rolled his eyes and picked up the remote searching for something to watch on tv.

"Don't you think that movie is a bit too datenight-ish. Unless you're not telling me something Maka." Soul watched as Maka's face became bright red.

"Soul! I am NOT a lesbian!"

Soul chuckled at his Meister's outburts. "Well I can never be sure." Maka ignored her weapon and went back to reading her book. Soul grabbed Maka's book from her and stood up from the couch, holding the book in front of her face.

"Soul! Give me that back!" Maka jumped off the couch and attempted to grab her book back. Unfortunately with as much as she's grown, so has Soul. "Soul!" Every time Maka grabbed for the book Soul would move just out of arm's reach. Maka had chased him around the kitchen table to where he stood across from her mocking her with that smirk of his. "Soul I swear to death that if you don't give me that book right now I will tie you up and beat the living daylights out of you!"

Soul smirked and decided to push his meister to her limit. "Hmm a little kinky don't you think? But if you like it rough I'm sure I can help you with that." Soul chuckled as the red once again covered her face. Soul decided that he liked the way she looked when she was flustered better than when she was frustrated.

"S-Soul!" Said albino was too busy laughing to notice his meister jumping over the kitchen table and tackling him to the floor.

"A little eager aren't you? Although I do understand. It must be incredibly hard to reist my sexiness on a daily basis." Maka looked down and realized what position she had landed herself in. She was currently straddling her partner, who was using one elbow to prop himself up while his other hand rested on her lower back, dangerously close to her bottom.

"S-Soul!"

"I'm kidding Ma ka. Just chillout." Soul emphasized his words with a quick squeeze of her bottom, causing her to smirked at both her reaction and the fact that he noticed that if he looked down that his sweater hung so loosly on Maka that he got a clear view of her BRA-LESS CHEST! Soul fall backwards with a massive nosebleed and Maka took advantage of the moment and grabbed her book that was currently sitting next to her passed out weapon.

Maka sat back on the couch and opened up her book to where she had left off before the oh so rude interruption. Maka smirked at her weapon and then frowned at the bloody mess on the floor. "I'll have him clean that up later."

And there we have it! Another installment of my peverted mine! Not as bad as last time but still fun to write. What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Terrible? Any suggestions? I'd love to hear your ideas for a new oneshot! Review PLEASE! Reviewers get imaginary sex cookies! (an oreo inside a chocolate chip cookie with nutella icing!)