Soul
I couldn't believe I got that excited over seeing Liz and Tsubaki. I guess I was just a little oversensitive these days. I was trying hard not beat off regularly ever since I bumped into Maka. I whacked off three times after feeling her ass against me. It felt great, but she heard me and asked if I was okay. So un-cool. I had to lie, also un-cool, and told her I was just having some bad dreams. Luckily she believed me.
Even though it was Tsubaki and Liz that got me started, it was Maka that appeared in my mind when I began to stroke myself. I pictured her swimming along the surface of Kid's pool, her small chest barely breaking the surface of the water. Her eyes had been closed and she looked almost corpse-like. I wanted so much to just kiss her, give her breathless looking body mouth to mouth.
My hand moved faster to the memories conjuring in my head and I let out a pleased groan as I started to picture what was under the little plaid bikini. Erect nipples, soft flesh: her whole presence was tantalizing. It made me wonder what would happen if I'd just walk into her room, climb into her bed and kiss her. But I didn't. I swore that if I were going to seduce her, I'd have to make sure to do it in a way that if I were going to tell Black Star it wouldn't sound lame. Not that I would tell him, but if it came up, you know?
It didn't take long for me to finish what I had started. I grabbed a tissue from the drawer of my side table and wiped cum off my hand and leaned forward to toss the sticky crumpled thing into the wastebasket under my desk. I heard the soft swish of the plastic bag against itself and lay back down. I tossed and turned for a few in the unlit room, thinking about the party until I was pulled out of my thoughts by a muffled sound coming from Maka's room. I looked over to the red numbers on the clock.
2:26 AM
I wondered what Maka would be doing up now if she went to bed hours ago and then it hit me: Maka was masturbating. I tiptoed over to the wall opposite my bed and placed my ear against the wall. I felt like a kid listening to a radio broadcasting after bedtime and grabbed a stashed candy bar out of my desk. I carefully unwrapped the sweet as I listened to the girl I wanted touch herself. It was still pretty muffled, but I still heard her small gasps and moans.
Her breathing became heavy and rapid and I could hear a buzzing noise. When did Maka get a vibrator? "Haa, haa, So… So…Lmmm…" I heard really close to the wall. A thud noise sounded and I backed from the wall. She turned off the vibrator, probably to check if I woke up. After a few minutes, the humming continued and the breath she held came out in a loud rush. I stayed against that wall for a bit, watching the numbers on my clock change and listening to Maka.
When I woke the next morning, I was still huddled against the wall, sore and angry at myself for falling asleep before she finished with Maka staring at me.
Kid
After Maka, Chrona and Soul left, Liz decided that we would have a 'family discussion' about Black Star and Patty and what this meant for the five of us. We sat in one of the larger rooms downstairs with more seating. Tsubaki and Liz sat together in one chair while Patty and Star sprawled out, taking the whole couch. I sat in the chair to the right, twitching slightly at the unbalanced seating.
"So, this is our new family," Liz blubbed. "Of course, Patty and Black Star have to live together if they're going to have a baby. But I don't want to have to go all the way over to Tsubaki's just to see my sister."
"And I'd miss onee-chan too much!" Patty chimed in.
I could already see what they were getting at, but I sat silently and let them continue.
"I don't want them to split up. But I want to see my woman," Black Star added. Although I assumed this would be the arrangement, I felt sick thinking about it.
Tsubaki hesitantly added, "But this is Kid's home, first and foremost. I can understand if he doesn't want us to intrude. And I'm sure we'd manage to find other arrangements, Liz and I, so that the two of you could—"
"Onee-chaaaaan!"
"Don't cry, Patty!" Liz and Star said in unison.
I was already feeling tired from the events of the day, but this was even worse. This was driving me insane. The unbalanced seating arrangement, the way Tsubaki looked worried, and the way Patty cried drained me completely of any energy I had left. "Listen, we don't have to split anyone up. There is more than enough room here. If Tsubaki and Black Star can promise to leave all of my things in the precise and exact place they are, then it will be fine. Instead of he room you share now, Patty, you and Black Star can share the room next to the one you and Liz share now and Tsubaki and Liz can take the room across from it. That way even if I can't have the arrangement balanced throughout the whole house, I can still have one wing balanced." Patty stopped crying and everyone looked at me with stunned faces. "What?"
"You already figured out the arrangement?"
"I assumed this would be the most likely outcome of things while I was talking with Father. And I figured this would be the easiest arrangement for Patty, seeing as how she has to move all her stuff from one room to another. Also, I would prefer if there were an even number of people in each wing, but since that can't be helped I must at least attain symmetry in the one wing," I explained.
"See, Tsubaki. I told you there was nothing to worry about," Liz said as she placed an arm around the brunette girl's waist. Patty and Star kissed.
"Kid, there's only one bed in each room," Patty informed me.
I looked over to the girls, raised my eyebrows slightly while their faces turned pale. I smiled, thinking about what I had seen that afternoon. "I don't think that it would be much of a problem to share a bed, would it? I know Liz doesn't like to sleep alone."
Tsubaki blushed and took a minute to answer, but she said yes.
Chrona
I sat in Mr. Corner as I held my pillow. Maka and the others kept asking me what I thought of Kid at the party. Even though I was used to them ganging up to ask me things, I still didn't know how to handle questions about Kid. I didn't know what they wanted from me. It scared me and made me feel caged. I was glad when Ragnarok had come out to tell them all to quiet down. The conversation haunted me like a bad dream.
"Chrona, what do you think of Kid?"
"Is he a good kisser?"
"Did he slip you some tongue?"
"Do you think he'll back off Maka now tha—"
"What are you talking about? Kid's never done a thing to—"
"Why do you think Soul always gets mad when Kid so much as talks to you?"
I had been shaking, my teeth chattering against each other. I started to feel like I was going to be sick form all their questions.
"You know, if you and Kid hook up all we need to do is find a guy for Tsubaki and someone for Liz," Patty joined in from her chair. At this point I was feeling hot, my chest was pounding at the same speed as my head. This was something Maka had told me was aggravation, a feeling my mother had towards me when I would mess up something or disobey her orders.
When they all were talking at once I took that moment to climb out of the pool. I looked for my towel, but didn't see it in any of the chairs. When I finally found it, I saw it dangling from Kid's outstretched hand. "Looking for this?" he asked and smiled. My stomach started to churn and my mouth felt like it was producing excess saliva. My cheeks felt warm and my hand was shaking as I reached out for the towel. "You seem nervous, would you like to go for a walk?"
I hesitated for a moment. The last time I followed Kid we ended up on his bed in his room. And I wasn't sure what this feeling I had about him was, couldn't sense if it was good or bad. My nerves were high and electric and when my finger grazed his it was like a current passing between the two of us. I felt my lips twist up instead of sag at the corners for once. "Sure," I said and followed him.
I trailed behind him as we walked, I didn't want to get too close to him. It was some kind of fear that maybe he would tell me what happened in his room was a mistake. His kiss had caught me off guard, everything that happened had, but in the moment I hadn't really felt terror or discomfort. The way his tongue and hands felt seemed nice. But I hadn't done anything like that before.
I touched my lips softly while thinking about him. His mouth was delicate, which is how Liz always described him. He hadn't done anything that afternoon that made me feel hesitant or uncomfortable. But his company made me nervous regardless and I didn't know how to deal with that.
Maka
The next morning I found Soul on the floor next to the wall. I started to panic about it. What if he heard me? What if he heard me? Could he have heard me? I was so worried. I felt so lame. If he had heard me I wouldn't hear the end of it, would I? Maka, you're so un-cool, his voice whispered in my head. I tried not to think of that as I nudged him awake.
"Soul. Soul, wake up. You can't possibly be comfortable there." His eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a demon with his sharp teeth. I crouched down and ran my hand over his matted hair. I didn't normally touch it, but the impulse was just too strong. "Hey you, I said wake up." I smiled at him, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't. He wasn't making eye contact with me, but his gaze was intent on something.
"Am I still dreaming?" he asked, a little drool running out the side of his mouth and blood running out his nose. His eyes were now glassy and big like lacquered plates. I followed his stare leading to my crotch. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. In an instant I pulled him up with me and reached for the largest item I could find to Maka-chop him.
I didn't expect him to black out. "Soul, Soul. Sorry! Wake up!" When he didn't budge I decided to drag him onto his bed, at least maybe then he'd think he dreamt the whole thing.
Why don't you wear a shirt to bed? I thought as I dragged him by the arm. I kept looking at the scar I caused him to get, how it looked across his bare chest and stomach. And why does your body have to look so good?
I pulled him onto the bed. He was so heavy when he was dead weight! I straddled his torso and lifted his legs onto the bed and turned around to get a good look at the damage I'd done. He wasn't bleeding, but it would probably be a good idea to keep his head elevated a little bit. I was trying to maneuver his pillow under his head when he decided to stir.
"Maka," he said as he grabbed my waist and pulled me down to him. "Mmm, good dream." He rolled over onto his side and dragged me with him like a rag doll. His face plummeted into my chest and his breathing went back to being slumberous and heavy.
I didn't know what to do. What am I gonna do if he wakes up? "Soul?" I tried again. He didn't budge, replying with a light sigh. I lay there with Soul's arms wrapped around me for the longest time. His warm cheek fell against my chest and one arm draped across my waist, fingers grazing my hip. I started to place my hand in his hair again to smooth out a cowlick when he shifted. "Soul?"
"Mmmaka," he groaned again and turned onto his back. I smiled and felt color rise to my cheeks. He's dreaming about me! I tried to take the weight of my body off his right arm and rolled over to face him. What if I just stayed here until you woke up? What would you say? Such an amusing thought. I wouldn't be able to say anything if he woke up now. He looked so peaceful. His hair felt a little coarse to the touch, something I hadn't really noticed before, but it made sense how his hair was always so wild. He leaned deeper into me and I could feel a slickness start to accumulate between my thighs. That's when I remembered: I wasn't wearing underwear.
I tried not to think about anything then. I knew Soul had seen, that's why I hit him so damn hard. But was it okay? I wondered if it looked normal to him. I'd borrowed his laptop enough times to know he liked to look at porn.
He didn't say anything about it, but I didn't really give him enough time to say anything about it. God… He must've known by now I liked him..
Soul scrunched his face and snarled lightly. What are you dreaming of? I thought to myself. Then it dawned upon me to use the mind resonance.
Soul
I felt the fuzziness cling to the back of my skull as Maka came into my head. I tried to change the thoughts I was lingering on, trying to suppress the sight of Maka's intimate area and thoughts of kissing her.
The fuzz became a full on sizzle as she tried to scan through my thoughts, looking for specific details. All she managed to pull up were odd bits of information about music that she didn't understand, images of my brother Wes, and that little red bastard trying to encase me in the black blood. She hesitated at the sight of the last two and the connection died.
I waited for the haze of her presence to return, but it didn't. I peered in her mind, wondering if the fuzziness was sensible to her or was it something you could only pick up on if you were thinking too much.
I just wish I knew what you thought of me. I wish there was a sign that would state if you love me too. I'm sorry I hit you. I'm sorry I'm not as pretty as Tsubaki and that my chest isn't anywhere near Liz's. I just… I wish you knew how I felt and if you'd just tell me whether or not-
I opened my eyes slightly, just to see what she was doing. Fidgeting with my blanket as I nuzzled even closer into her body. I breathed her in as I did so, smelling lilac and lavender and something slightly pungent. She held her breath for a moment and let it out evenly. She looked so cute blushing with breath a little staggered.
"Maka," I groaned and she looked down at me again. I lifted my arm up into her hair, which was still hanging down loosely. My fingers skimmed her scalp before pulling her in for a kiss.
Maka
His lips were soft and a little raw on the left side where he'd chew when he concentrated too hard. I ran my tongue across the spot and his jaw moved. My tongue slid across his jagged teeth and looped around his tongue. He tasted like chocolate with a hint of caramel and saliva.
Soul fisted his hands in my hair and I felt a twinge of pleasure as he tugged lightly. I felt his bare chest against my own, only his shirt lay between skin-on-skin contact. My body was hot, my core even hotter and my body was starting to have a mind of its own. My hands caressed his chest, fingers slid into the elastic of his shorts. His hips bucked and met mine, the feel of the contact rubbing me just right to get me even wetter.
I wanted Soul to dive right into, but he just kept kissing me and stroking my skin. It was like having a fever that wouldn't go down even with his cool skin touching mine. He tried to stop himself from pressing against me by grabbing my hands. I shook free from his grasp and mimicked the action of his hands in my hair and tugged and little harder than he had me. His moan was deep and guttural, like a bear or lion going for its prey and his lips left mine.
"Maka, God." His voice came out hoarsely. My throat didn't allow me to talk. My lips didn't want to be away from Soul's. All I wanted was to feel that closeness and heat. "Maka," he said again as I kissed his neck. "Ah, stop it for a second Maka." I trailed kisses along his scar down to his hip and felt him pulse under my hand. "Maka," he said a little louder and he pinned me to the bed. "Maka," his voice gentler and faltering, "I want so much to… Maka, I want you," he told me.
I felt all the blood in my body go to my face. I made squirming sounds as I tried to free my wrists from his hands.
"Maka, please." I stopped fidgeting and looked straight at him. My body was starting to cool but my mind was still dizzy. Soul started again, "I… Love you Maka. And I want… I want this to be something good for us."
My eyes started to water and my fingers felt numb. Soul placed kisses where his thumbs had pressed into my skin and on my cheeks before falling back onto my lips. He didn't wait for me to say anything, he just kept placing small little kisses up my arms as he slid his fingers down my sides.
"Soul I—"
" You don't have to say it now, Maka."
"But I do. I feel the same way Soul, for such a long time I've tried to—"
He smiled and kissed my forehead. "I know. You're pretty obvious." I glared at him slightly as he pulled me into a sitting position. "Hey, if you did for so long, why'd you keep it from me?"
I sighed and leaned my head into his chest."Does the girl always have to be the first to say it?"
