A/N: Things start to get interesting in this one so if you're adverse to sexual content this is when you should back away.
For everyone else (you pervy people :P) enjoy Ch 2.

Maka was a stronger woman than she'd used to be. The trials of high school never really changed her child-like appearance or joyful demeanour but uni had been different. In her second year now, looking back at the first she could pinpoint the changes. She stopped being a bookworm when her room mate took her to parties. She'd stopped being a child when she learned from experience how many ways a child could be manipulated. And she'd stopped wearing her hair in the stupid pigtails when she'd been called names for the hundredth time and took her scissors to her cutesy do. Now she knew what she wanted, she knew how to get it, and most importantly, she had the confidence to do it.

She threw her bag off her lap and onto the seat beside her roughly. The clatter of various items inside drew the boy's attention to her. When she stood his eyes ran slowly down her body, not looking confused but interested, calculating. She walked across the aisle and straddled him without a word. His eyes widened but he remained silent as she pulled at the fancy tie that hung loosely around his neck. She roughly grasped the hair at the back of his head as she slowly undid all of the buttons on his shirt. The boy, finally catching onto her train of thought, reached around behind her, grasping at her butt and pulling her in closer. He grinned.

She was glad to be wearing a skirt as she rested against the back of the chairs in the next row. This provided just enough space for her to fiddle with the buckle of the boy's belt. She wasted no time, when the belt was loose her nimble fingers moved on to the button then finally pulled down the zip. For a split second she remembered the bus driver and spun around to check he wasn't aware of the shenanigans going on the back of his vehicle. He seemed completely oblivious, to her relief.

When she turned back to the boy, to where she had been diligently working seconds earlier, she found a much larger, firmer bulge underneath her hands. Only his boxers (silky and blue) separated her hand from his obviously erect cock now. A fact that she became incredibly aware of when he made a noise she was sure was meant to sound like clearing his throat but sounded much more like a low, lustful growl.

The sound reverberated in her chest. Perhaps, she thought, the low voices of men were evolved solely to stir a woman's desires. It had most definitely stirred hers. But she had started this with the intention of controlling every action, she she as hell wasn't giving that up yet. His tie was thankfully still in reach, she took his wrists in one of her hands, noting how big and warm they were, and tied them behind the head rest of the bus seat. He looked at her with confusion for the first time and she could help but laugh. Not confused by the random chick on the bus jumping him. Confused by her domination, or perhaps her refusal to submit. Maybe he was used to being in control. It was possible that he'd never been touched by such a firm, demanding hand before. She would proudly take her place as the first if this were the case.

He blushed at her laughter. A cute look on him. The contrast it made between his silvery hair and pristine teeth was very becoming. She ran one finger down his face, from the cheekbone onwards. She passed his chin and decided to keep going, the sensation of sparks running through her nerves as she caressed his smooth skin too good to relinquish. She continued down his neck and bare, muscular chest. It was adorned with a mysterious scar of which she'd never know the origin. Following the line of his scar down to his waistband she curiously wondered how low the scar would go. Hoped to God that it didn't effect the parts she needed for her little escapade. He squirmed a bit when she brush her fingertip lightly over the skin just above his boxers. Such a simple form of teasing seemed to have sparked his interest and she was growing impatient herself. It was all too tempting just to give in.

She let two fingers sneak under the elastic. She could feel the fuzzy pubic hair against her knuckles, the firmness of the skin. His face was contorted now. She knew he was using all his strength not to push against her. Perhaps he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that resistance wouldn't be tolerated. Painfully slowly she slid the boxers down, pulling them over his erection and letting it spring back up as the boxers were finally discarded. His member bounced around a little like a BOBO doll* that had been given a good push but soon the firmness of it ceased all movement.

*Those blow up things weighted in the bottom so when you hit them they bounce back.

A/N: Firstly, to everyone that reviewed the first chapter, thank you :D
Sorry I didn't upload this on the same day but I hadn't gotten time to edit and such.
Trust me, it's much better once I've edited it.

Secondly, let me know what you think of this chapter, I have another one written (unedited) but I'd like to know what you think of this before I upload any more of it.