Author's Note: Hello again, my lovelies! I'm back again with another chapter for this wondrous story. I promised lemons and lemons you shall receive. Please note that this is my second time writing a lemon scene, so please refrain from fussing at me too much. Please enjoy this second chapter!

Shout-outs:

girlrobin99: Here you go, dearie. I wrote this for you as soon as I could. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, unfortunately, but any OC's that might show up later are of my own standards. And not to worry, my OC's do not have any huge speaking roles or much of anything. This is strictly a Soul and Maka fanfic.

Chapter 2: Oh, Sweet Mistletoe Hung Where You Can See (Part Lemon)

"I saw Maka kissing Soul Evans,

Underneath the mistletoe this morning.

Oh, what a shame it would have been,

If Spirit were there to see,

His daughter sucking face with Soul."

Maka sprinted down the steps of the DWMA. She had just been made a fool of by her own weapon partner in front of everyone in their class. He would pay for this, but first, she needed to calm down. With her feelings of anger, she could take down a dozen kishins all by herself.

"I am not some tool he can play with." The meister repeated to herself for the umpteenth time. She raced down the sidewalk, relief flooding her vengeful body when their apartment came into view. Her pace slowed a bit; she was relieved that she had left at the time. Another kiss would have probably happened, and who knows what she would have done. She was ready to spread her legs for the boy as soon as his lips crashed into hers. "I am a human being, and I deserve love and respect like everyone else."

"I treat you with respect, Maka. You should just let me love you."

The scythe meister stopped dead in her tracks. As the swiveled around on her heels, she came face-to-face with the one person she had dreaded seeing.

"If you loved me, Soul, you would not have embarrassed me like you just did." Maka replied, her body going frigid when she stared up at his face. He was quite a handsome boy. Rugged features replaced the childhood ones she remembered he had on his body when they had first met. His snowy hair grew a bit longer, although he had never abandoned his love for headbands, his pale skin fell in love with the sun and now his skin looks sun-kissed more than hers, but his ruby eyes never changed; they held so many dark and mysterious secrets that one day she hoped she could unlock. His eyes captivated her; they dragged her in and held her for ransom while seducing her at the same time.

"Maka? Do I have something on my face?" Soul questioned his meister, signaling for her to come closer. She seemed hesitant at first, but she soon stood mere inches away from him. "Now, that's better."

"What do you want, Soul? Haven't you embarrassed me enough today?" Her tough tone wavered a bit, and Soul could sense oncoming tears. His meister never cried; he must have really upset her today.

"'M really sorry, Maka. I never meant too embarrass you; I just wanted to kiss you. That's all. I know I fucked up, but can you forgive me?" He sounded sincere, but Maka weighed her options. On one end of the scale, she could forgive him and possibly have mind-blowing make-up sex; however, on the other end of the scale, she could deny him and lock him out of the apartment. The meister's mind seemed to tip both ways. Oh, the choices.

"Okay, I forgive you, Soul." She eyed him carefully, taking in the relieved look on his face. "But," and cue the look of dismal on the weapon, "I want a better first kiss." Maka placed her hands on his shoulders, telling him to come down to her level. Once he was face-to-face with his meister, her mouth moved to his ear; her words barely above a whisper. "Make me feel fireworks, Soul."

The scythe gulped. This was not his meister; there was no way in hell that this seductive vixen was his innocent meister. Oh, sweet death. Did she just lick the shell of his ear? Oh, no. She was not taking dominance in bed. She already took dominance on the battle field, and he would be damned if she topped him during sex. A growl erupted from the boy's throat, taking the blonde girl by surprise. The demon scythe pulled her close, trapping her petite body against his own. "Oh," the boy growled in the girl's ear, "I'll make you feel more than fireworks, Maka."

He crashed his lips into hers, savoring the shiver that he had caused his meister. He pushed her against the wall, encasing her body to the one spot, as his tongue left his mouth and licked at his meister's lips. Once she granted him entry, his tongue went to business. He left not one part of her mouth unexplored. A smirk formed on his lips when a moan left Maka's mouth. Her soft, sweet tongue found his teeth, and she shivered as her tongue scraped across the sharp edges. His hand gained a mind of it's own as it started to play with the hem of his meister's shirt. It climbed up the cotton fabric slowly, touching every inch of her soft skin. The scythe technician abruptly ended the kiss, smiling up at her weapon.

"We are out side, Soul. If this goes any further, I want to be in the apartment." And whoosh, the demon scythe scooped her up and carried her up the stairs. He never stopped, even when his shoelaces dared to trip them.

When he successfully managed to get them to the apartment, Maka leaped from his arms and unlocked the door. Her hips swayed playfully, and Soul felt as if the room enclosed around him. His arm reached out for his meister, grasping onto her right arm. He pulled her close, grinning like a madman when she gasped.

"Your room or mine?" It was a simple question, but it caused the scythe technician's knees to wobble and her legs almost give out.

"Y-yours." She managed to reply, squeaking when Soul pulled her towards his abode. She was nervous, but what other virgin girl wouldn't be? She was glad Soul would be her first, but who was to say that he would not leave like her father? She resisted her weapon's pulling for a moment; her mind was too muddled to go on.

The demon scythe felt his meister pause for a moment. He stopped, looking back at her with a worried expression? "Everything alright, Maks?"

"Soul..." she was quiet for a second, contemplating on whether this was a good idea or not, "will you leave me after this?"

The weapon gave her a dumb-founded expression. "Leave? What the hell are you talking about?"

Maka looked up at him; her green eyes unreadable. "Are you going to leave after we have sex?" She did not want to be blunt, but her thick skull partner would never understand her words if she wasn't. "Are you going to treat me like Papa treated Mama?"

Soul groaned, pulling the girl close to him. "You really are stupid, Maka." He chuckled lightly when she grimaced against his chest. "I love you, no matter what happens. I'm not like your father. I would never think to cheat on you because you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Sure, you like to beat me a lot." Cue another grimace and chuckle. "But, I could never imagine being with someone who isn't you. I love you, Maka Albarn. Until the day I die, I will stand by your side."

The words he spoke were true, and the blonde girl felt her heart soar. She detached herself from his grasp, only to look up at him and dazzle her weapon with her bright smile. "Okay, one: that was the most sugary sweet thing I've heard in my entire life. Calm down before you give me diabetes. And two: I love you too, Soul."

The white haired boy pulled her into his arms only to kiss her again. Before their kiss ended, they found themselves in Soul's room, staring down at each other. Maka was on the bed; her shirt was discarded on the floor. Soul was on top of his meister, a dark colored hickey marring his neck.

"Wow, we work fast." Soul commented, aiming towards undoing her bra straps. Whoever invented bras with the hooks in the back should burn in hell. He would definitely love to send them there.

"I think we are resonating. I can feel your soul snuggle against my own." The scythe meister smiled. She laughed quietly when her partner struggled with her bra hooks. "Here," she said, raising off of the bed, "let me help." She unhooked her bra, throwing it beside her shirt. She plopped back down on the bed; her arms covering her breasts. "They're small so don't make fun of them."

The scythe chuckled, earning himself a glare from his partner. He pulled at her arms, and sighed happily when she released her breasts from their cage. She was true; they were not gigantic like Blair's, but they filled about a modest B-cup. She blushed when cold air hit her chest and caused her nipples to bud. They were a rosy pink, matching her blush like shoes should match purses. The scythe bent down and captured one in his mouth, suckling on it slightly. The moan that left his meister's mouth went straight down south, and he felt his own excitement grow. He let go of his partner's pink bud with a lewd pop just so he could smirk up at her. "They're not suffocatingly huge, but I like them. They're actually my favorite, just because they belong to you."

"Oh, you suave motherfucker. Just do the deed." Soul grinned at his meister's language. She could have the hottest sailor mouth when she talked about sex. Not that it matters, but he would love to hear some more curse words pour out of her sultry mouth.

"Okay, fine. I'll save foreplay for later, since neither of us are going to last too long." The scythe mused at his meister. He worked on lowering her skirt as she pulled off his shirt and tugged at his jeans. When all they were left in was their underwear, Soul spread the blonde's legs slightly, grinning to himself when he spotted a small wet spot. "Looks like someone's excited."

"Shut up, Soul. You're one to talk." She pointed towards his soldier that saluted her through his plaid boxers.

"Eh, see what you do to me, Maka?" Another blush painted itself on her cheeks. When the taunts subsided, Soul lowered her panties, trying to remember the detailed pink lace. He allowed her nimble hands to pull down his constricting boxers, and soon, they were left basking in each other's glory. The clock ticked on, signaling that a few moments had passed by, before Soul reached over towards his dresser. A look of surprise etched on to his face when Maka stopped him.

"We, uh, we don't need that. I'm on the... pill." She said, barely above a whisper. He nodded in understanding and aligned himself with her entrance.

"I'm not going to lie, Maks, this is probably going to hurt like a bitch. If you feel overwhelmed, just tell me and I'll stop." He interlaced his right and with her own and genuinely smiled at her. When she squeezed his hand, signaling that she was ready, he pushed in gently. He stopped after about an inch when he felt her barrier. His red eyes locked onto hers, checking to see if she still wanted this. Another squeeze to his hand sent him through her barrier and sheathed all the way inside.

"Soul," Maka wheezed out, "it hurts."

Maka was never one to complain about pain, but he knew this would be painful for her. He felt like he was ripping her from the inside. "It's okay. I'm not going to move yet." His voice sounded soothing, and he moved their interlaced hands towards her pigtails. He undid both of them, and then tied their wrists together with the silk ribbons. "See, Maka. Not only are we bonded in our souls and intimate parts," he gestured towards their bonded hands, "but also where we always touch, and" he stopped again just to capture her lips against his own, "where I always want to touch you."

It was silent for a few moments, but Maka caught her bearings. "W-what did I tell you about sweet things? I can feel my blood-sugar soar through the roof. Now, get back to where we were."

The scythe chuckled, and pulled out of his lover, only to push back in. The pair let out moans simultaneously. He repeated the motion; Maka's moans sending him closer towards his edge. His mouth latched on to the sensitive skin of her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along her jawline. He savored her shudders and moans, allowing them to pull him closer towards his bliss. Her walls pulsated around him, claiming her first undoing. He followed suit, releasing his warmth inside of his lover. She moaned loudly, claiming to the heavens about how warm and good it felt inside of her. They stayed in their position for a few moments longer before he pulled out of her. Soul untied the ribbons that held their wrists together and laid down beside Maka. Her breathing was erratic, and Soul could feel her arousal coming off of her soul.

"T-that was a-amazing." The scythe technician stammered, snuggling up to her weapon.

"Yeah, not too shabby for your first time." He was awarded with a swift dictionary to the head.

"Hey, Soul," he grunted in acknowledgment, "how did you get really good at this? How many girls have you seduced into your bed?" She dreaded to hear the answer, but listened nonetheless.

"None other than you." His smirked looked dazzling to her, and her soul began to give off erratic waves.

"Then, how did you do it?" Her eyebrows raised quizzically.

"Porn is a magical think, Maka." He laughed at her horrid expression and wiped a single tear from his eye. "Don't knock it until you try it."

"Maybe, if you are a good boy in school, then I'll watch porn with you one day." This caught his attention and blood seemed to spurt from his nose, much like a fountain.

"You serious?" When she nodded, he had to shove tissues up his nose to stop the blood flow, "You're the best girlfriend ever, Maka." He pulled her close, placing his arm around her shoulders.

"Girlfriend? I'm your girlfriend now?" She questioned, looking up at him with bedroom eyes.

"If you want to be." He stared back down at her, winning their little staring contest. "And don't pull the sultry seductress look on me. It makes me want to jump you."

Maka smirked and untangled herself from him. She jumped off of the bed walked towards the door, her hips shaking playfully. "That sounds nice. I'd love to be your girlfriend. But, I need a shower right now, care to join me?" She giggled at the speed of which he left the bed.

"Now you're talking! I've always wanted to have shower sex!" He grinned at her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Calm down, Tiger. That's after you wash me."

"Okay!" And after that, the afternoon was spent mostly in the shower or Soul's bed. Who would have guessed they'd end up like this? Only about everybody in the DWMA. It's a shame the pair had not caught on quicker.

Ah, second chapter finished! The lemon isn't the best, my apologizes. It's my second time writing one. Please leave a review and don't forget to F&F. If you find any mistakes, I'm sorry! I love you all.

~Angie