A/N: So this story was only going to be the first three chapters, but then an idea began to form in my brain. I was on my way to work the morning after uploading 'Heads Will Roll', and 'Runaway' came on my shuffle. It got stuck in my brain and the chapter kinda wrote itself throughout the day. Lol. I'm sure I wasn't the best conversationalist that day cause my brain was full of SoMa. Anyway, enjoy this extra chapter. It should be the last, unless my muse has more surprises for me.

Warning: Will have sex.

Disclaimer: I hate these things. I don't own anything.

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Runaway

Soul lay on his left side in Makas bed, head propped up on his arm. He hadn't realized just how much he would enjoy watching her sleep. It was late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you wanted to look at it, and though he couldn't see the blood drooling moon through her window, its light wove through the blinds to cover them both in slashes of light and shadow.

His blood red eyes traveled over the sleeping girl next to him, her body barely covered by the sheet. He gave it a little tug, enabling him to see more of her pale skin, and her to shift and mumble something about mountain air, effectively revealing more of herself to his wondering gaze. The sheet now covered her right breast and stomach, and most of her thighs, but her left breast, side, left hip and most of her long legs were his to explore.

Soul spent a good while just taking in the sight before him, enjoying the prize that was now his. If he had known that Maka would respond to his advances the way she had, so eager, so willing; he wouldn't have ever let another man near her. As it was he felt as though the past weekend had really allowed them to catch up in that department. Soul smiled at Maka in the dark, his sharp teeth glinting in the dark. They hadn't stopped touching each other almost since the moment he had come home. Of course they had stopped to eat, and there was the snatches of sleep they allowed to each other, but always the contact resumed as soon as possible. Even now his fingertips were starting to itch, looking not being enough.

Soul began to lightly touch the creamy skin in front of him. He played along Makas arm and side, alternating the shadowed and lit parts of her skin as he did the ivory and ebony keys of his piano. Maka sighed in her sleep and turned her face toward Soul, causing him to halt his movements. He didn't want to wake her, he smirked slowly as he continued to play on her skin, hand traveling up and down her body, he knew that he had worn her out.

He hadn't even considered the fact that his hard headed, commanding, tough as nails, meister might be submissive in bed, or on couch, or in shower. Souls smirk grew wider as he began to move his fingers over her breast, and under the sheet to parts he couldn't see. Anytime over the last 48 hours that he had even looked at her in desire she would welcome him into her arms, relinquishing her strength and control to him. She completed him in ways he hadn't even known were lacking.

Soul closed his eyes, and breathed in the scent of sleeping Maka, warm and soft, like vanilla and peaches. It made his mouth water, and he couldn't help leaning over to lightly run his tongue over her collar bone and up her neck drinking in her taste. Maka murmured again, the sounds tumbling from her lips too soft to be called words, to loud for sighs. She turned onto her side, facing away from Soul, and he was about to tug her back onto her back when she complied in her sleep, flopping back down, and forcing the sheet to slither off the rest of her body, exposing herself completely to him.

He couldn't stop his eyes from moving down to the space between her legs, his fingers soon following his eyes. He ghosted his tips over her mound, and down over her lips, barely touching her, but enough the feel the moisture that was already gathering. He shifted as he grew hard, trying to find a comfortable position. He wasn't sure if she was always like this, or if her body just responded to him, but she always seemed to be ready for him.

Soul looked up at Makas face as he slid a single finger into her, shuddering as his digit was enveloped in the wet warmth. He saw her eyelids flutter, and close again, her cheeks flushed and her mewls of pleasure slight and half formed as she continued to sleep. He wanted to taste her again but he didn't want to wake her up like that. He wanted her to wake up with him already inside her.

Soul shifted to in-between Makas legs, moving slowly to keep her asleep. He gripped himself, running his head up and down her slit a few times, wetting it and causing her to squirm and moan louder. Slowly he eased himself into her passage, going so slow he almost didn't seem to be moving. As much as he had been with her this weekend she was still incredibly tight, and he had to resist the urge to just slam a few times and be finished. Soul smirked as Makas eyelids moved again, and he began to move inside her.

"Soooouuuuuuuul," Makas moan was low, and hoarse with sleep, but he could tell that she was almost awake now. He began to pick up his speed leaning down to nibble on her lower lip and pull her mouth into a heated kiss, tongue tracing around her lips, than dipping inside as she gasped and brought her hands up and into his hair.

Soul broke the kiss and pulled back to look Maka in her eyes, the green orbs lidded and hazed with pleasure. He never broke eye contact as he moved his hand to her clit, pinching and rolling the nub between his fingers. Makas eyes flew open as she gasped and shuddered her way through her orgasm, finally waking up as her body was raked with pleasure. She lay for a moment, numbed, before focusing on Souls red eyes, seeing the triumph, joy and pleasure at her expense.

Maka smiled and brought her legs around Souls hips, changing the angle and starting to meet him thrust for thrust. Soul growled out his pleasure and began to move faster, a little harder. Makas back arched, exposing more of her neck to him, and Soul felt obliged to taste her again, nibbling and licking his way up to her ear. They were both breathing heavily, racing toward the same goal, noises of pleasure being vocalized against the steady sound of wet flesh meeting wet flesh.

Soul rested his forehead on Makas and looked deep into her eyes, seeing everything he had ever wanted, and some he hadn't known. "I love you, you know." Despite his harsh breathing, the words came out smooth and sure. Makas eyes widened to the point where they almost escaped from her head, and before she could respond her blood turned to fire and she came, calling out Souls name and raking her nails down his back. Soul, too, came shortly after Maka, and collapsed down next to her, not sure if he had really just said that or not. It would be so uncool if he had confessed to a feeling she didn't share.

"I've never loved anyone else but you," Makas voice floats over Soul, sending warmth through his extremities. He looks at her and grins, pulling her to his side and sliding his arm around her waist.

"How are we going to face all of our friends at work tomorrow?" Maka wonders out loud.

Soul shrugs, already starting to drift off to sleep.

"You know," he says around a yawn, "you're also supposed to have dinner with your father tomorrow."

At the silence that follows his statement Soul cracks an eye open to see Makas face, horrified, and nauseous, like she had just met Excalibur for the first time. "My PAPA?" She squeaks out. "He is going to kill me."

"I'm going with you too," Soul smiled as he pulls Makas head to his shoulder, "A cool guy like me doesn't abandon someone he loves when they are in danger."

Maka smiled into Soul. "I love you Soul."

"I love you too, Maka. Now shut up so I can get some sleep."

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