Mr. Officer

What if…he just can't take no for an answer?

Maka groaned and dropped her head against the wheel when she saw the flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

"Not again."

When the sounds of the sirens didn't let up she admitted defeat and reluctantly pulled over to the side of the road. She slumped back in her seat and glowered as the motorcycle cop behind her dismounted and slowly made his way up to her side of the car. In a small burst of protest she waited until his knuckles rapped on the window to roll it down.

"Ma'am, were you aware you were going 60 in a 45 zone?"

"Go fuck yourself. I was going well under 40 and you know it."

She saw a barely concealed smirk flit across his handsome features.

"Now there's no need to get hostile. But I will have to ask for your license and registration."

"You jackass…" Maka put a hand to her forehead and breathed deeply. She did not have time for this. When she still didn't move the officer leaned into her window and caught her eye. She glared back. For a moment she could have sworn she saw a look of uncontained mirth in his burgundy eyes.

"Please step out of the car."

"You have got to be kidding me! I'm going to be late!"

"Out of the vehicle. Now." The policeman stepped back and opened her car door. He waited as she clenched her teeth. When she didn't budge he raised an eyebrow at her and tapped a pocket on his utility belt pointedly. "Don't make me use the cuffs."

Cursing and huffing, Maka leaned down and slipped on her high heels before she exited the car. She smoothed out the skirt of her dress and scowled at the officer. She noticed him taking in her dressy appear with hungry eyes. To compensate for the uncomfortable heat in her stomach she snapped at him.

"What, are you going to strip-search me now?"

"Hands on the hood and spread your legs."

She sighed but turned around and complied with his orders. She shivered when she felt him step close behind her. His palms grazed down her sides and squeezed at her hips. She held her breath as he carefully patted down her thighs and slid his fingers down her legs. Maka felt grateful for the emptiness of the street when his hands pressed down flat on top of hers and his body molded to her backside. She closed her eyes when his breath tickled her ear.

"Soul…" she warned shakily.

"Maka…" His lips pressed against her flushed neck.

"We can't do this."

"Do what?" God, his mouth was distracting. Especially when he nipped at her earlobe.

"You know 'what'. Don't go acting all innocent. You're trying to distract me. I know it. And if you don't stop right now I'm going to be late for my date." She bit her lip after the last sentence, waiting for his wrath.

Instead of getting mad Soul leaned further into her body and moved his lips to her cheek. She had to focus to catch his next words.

"Forget about him. He's probably a douchebag and you know I'll find a way to get him arrested by the end of the week. Save us both some time and just admit it. You want me."

"I do not want –"

She was cut off abruptly when he spun her around and covered her mouth with his. Maka pushed against his chest in protest and stomped a heel into the toe of his boot. It didn't work. The work boots were steel-toed and Soul was persistent. He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her onto the hood of her car, stepping between her legs and trapping her there before she could escape.

Her willpower must have been weaker than she thought or Soul was better as kissing than she remembered because pretty soon her hands were fisted into his uniform and her calves were wrapping around his hips and pulling him closer. She tried to regain her senses when he started licking a path down her neck.

"Soul," she said breathily, "we can't keep doing this."

He stopped for a moment and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Then let's stop doing this. Just marry me and then we won't have to do this."

"Soul." She began to pull away from him. "Don't mess with me like that."

"Don't you get it?" He grabbed her around the waist and held her still. She was surprised by the adamant emotion in his voice. "I'm not messing with you. I was never messing with you."

She stared at him looking scared and lost so Soul cupped her cheeks in his palms and tilted her head up to his so she could see his earnest expression.

"I love you, Maka. Always did, still do, will forever. Start getting used to the fact it's never going to change. I'm never going to change. And for god's sake get your head out of your ass and just marry me already!"

Maka felt tears pricking at her eyes. She couldn't stand the soft look on Soul's rugged face. She leaned forward and pressed her lips back to his in a passionate embrace meant to convey the overwhelming emotion she couldn't explain in words. When they finally broke apart she found Soul smirking.

"Was that a 'yes'?"

"Maybe…"

He growled at her stubbornness and hauled her off the hood of her car with a vexed air. Shaking his head at his girlfriend (now fiancé?) he pulled her close to his body and glared down at her menacingly.

"I think I'm going to have to take you down to the station."

"We've never gotten that far before."

"Then we'll just have to keep trying."