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Maka loved books, breathed them, slept with them, lived them. She read Malory Towers* and they talked about etiquette classes. Sure there was the elegant room that was handsomely decorated, the dainty china figures that were dotted around, and a cream couch. Yes all the normal things were there, however when did they ever mention a teacher who was also the brother-in-law that she had kissed on multiple occasions. Also she was pretty sure that the teacher didn't have a roll of newspaper to hit the student on the back of the head if they did something wrong.
"Maka! For today's lesson I'll have to teach you the basics of etiquette. That means walking, talking and dining. And tomorrow I'll teach you the finer points. Any questions?" Soul asked Maka. She shook her head and Soul carried on.
"So first stop: how to walk like a lady" he laughed and gestured Maka to stand.

"Okay Maka walk, what you think a 'lady' should walk like." Sitting in a chair looking at Maka, smirking.
Oh how she was going to wipe that damn smirk off.
She walked how she thought a lady should walk.
-THUMP!-

"Bwahahahahahahahhahahahahaha haha" Soul was on the floor, smacking his roll of newspaper against the carpeted floor.

"Oh okay, I'm sorry Maka. Don't give me that look, it was hilarious. Your walk was close... To a strut. You're not showing off your clothes. You're showing off your elegance, style, grace, beauty. It's like saying, come and envy me." Soul summarised, he took Maka's wrist and stood her straight and placed a book on her head.

"Oh okay, walk from the back of the room to the door, without the book falling off. Straight back, look straight ahead." Instructed Soul.
And she did it without fail, they tried without the book and succeeded.

"Now n.o 2! How to sit. Now Maka come and sit next to me on this couch." Soul patted the spot next to him on the couch. As she sat down she ran her hands under thighs, as if she was smoothing out a skirt, and sat down softly. Her hands gently on top of each other in her lap. Soul stood up and inspected her. He came a little too close to her face. "Is this uncomfortable?" Then a sudden grin on her mischievous face. And her hand was on his nose tweaking it.

"Hahahahahahaha! Got your nosie!" Laughed Maka.

"Real mature Maka" commented Soul sarcastically.

"That was for laughing at me before!" And she stuck out her tongue, childishly.
Soul rolled his eyes and asked her to sit up again, inspecting her from the behind.

"Your back is a little slumped. Put your back straight.. Maka" Soul whispered in her ear, his teeth almost nibbling on her ear, his hot breath fanning against it, making Maka almost melt. Too lost in the sensations she didn't correct her back and felt hands at her back.

"If you won't do it, I will have to force you then" he silkily threatened in her ear and his hands shifted her back straight. Maka too embarrassed to say anything nodded and tried to keep her blush down.
They went on to dining. Maka was constantly hit by the roll of newspaper as she was constantly faulting. However they had succeeded in covering the basics of etiquette and were sitting on the cream couch chattering away.

"Thanks Soul for taking the time to teach me." Thanked Maka

"Maybe I can get something back in return for my time and services?" He asked quietly, as he twirled her hair around his finger.

"Wh-hat?" Maka asked a little scared

"You know what I mean. Ma-ka" sounding out the syllables in her ear, making her shiver. He slowly took her hand in his, and pushed her down on the couch, his lazy red eyes just above her sea green eyes. Her legs trapped in his, her hands grasped in his, all means of escape were futile. He lowered his slightly dry lips to her collar bone. Butterfly kisses up her neck to her ear.

"My sister in law. So delectable, all mine for now, and my brother doesn't know. Do you like being loved by two brothers? To be given their full attention and love? To be secretly shared between the two of us?" Soul whispered between kisses. Maka felt her head was going to explode, it was already beetroot red. She barely whimpered.

"Tell me. Who is the better kisser? Who do you think loves you more? Who gives you passion? Who lights your Soul alight with sexual desire?" He huskily asked, she tried to turn her head away. He was not having any of that. He grasped her chin and put his forehead on hers, seeing her now bottle green eyes.

"Tell me Maka"

"We-wes." She shut her eyes, waiting for an explosion of anger. It came in form of a kiss. Soul's slightly dry lips covering hers, his sly and slick tongue running over fuller ones, making her feel electric, she gasped as she felt Soul's sharp, dangerous albeit sexy teeth nibbling on her lip, allowing him entrance to her mouth. Her sweet, sweet mouth, was like a hidden cave of gold. So sweet and tender.
She was blushing so much she thought she would have a fainted with how much blood was rushing to her cheeks. As they stopped for breath she tried to sit up, but Soul had her all pinned down, and she tried to stop her rapidly beating heart to steady and turned so not to face Soul.
Soul unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, the top of her cleavage showing, all deliciously pale, and excellent to make bites on. Her sweet, spice flavoured her skin, as he placed his lips just above her breasts, nipping and licking to her collar bone to the hollow of her throat. He noticed she turned her face away, but she her mouth was betraying her, cute moans and gasps filled his ears.

"Maka, love look down. I want to see your expression." He grinned as her face was contorted to shock, and then anger,"Soul! Wes might see them!" Maka tried to stop his actions.

"Let him see. I do not care, he should know not to touch what is mine. And you seem to enjoy it." Soul grinned against her spicy sweet skin, and resumed what he was doing. Maka was thrown back into the world of pleasure groaned loudly, arched her head back so her throat was given more exposure to Soul's dangerous teeth and threaded her fingers through his hair, gripping it. She only thought of one thing before she was totally overwhelmed of pleasure "scandalous".

-NEXT NIGHT-

Wes and Trent were in the study. Enjoying a glass of brandy, both laughing as the fireplace crackled.

"Well everything is going to plan, eh Wes?" Trent chuckled as he poured another glass of brandy for him and his son.

"Yep, all falling into place. That's it right, no having kids or anything?" Wes asked seriously.

"No not yet son. Don't worry. But Grandkids aren't unwelcome you know." His father suggested.

"Yeah, I would like kids with Maka but we have to get married first, for the company first." Wes and Trent chuckled and clinked glasses. Little did they know someone was outside, holding her breath, eyes streaming down her face, barely able to believe her first engagement was a sham. They said nothing about Love. Nothing. She carried her way to her room, dumped her things took her wallet and keys, walked down to the gravel driveway and drove into the night.

-SOUL'S APARTMENT-

Damn it he couldn't get her out of his mind. Again and again, she was there in haunting nightmares and in beautiful dreams. He was supposed to de-rail her from Wes, split them. Not become infatuated by her. She was just a girl that was supposed to be gone by now. But he knew she was a random girl, she was the hardest challenge he had ever faced and he loved it. Trying to sway her to break from Wes. He just couldn't break her love and loyalty to his bastard of a brother. But yet he couldn't. No matter how he kissed her, gifted her. Nothing swayed her. But he had a niggling feeling that he knew that if she went away with a broken heart he would feel guilty, and would be heart broken himself. He liked her, maybe loved her? But he just wanted her, his bastard brother should never deserve something so beautiful, loving like her. He wanted her, all of her, emotionally, physically, spiritually. Everything. He just didn't let himself want her, because he was a saboteur, cold and ruthless. No feelings. -RING RING-

Hello?

Is this Soul Evans?

Who is this?

I'm George from the "Soulless drinkers" bar, could you come and pick up your girlfriend or friend from the bar. She's had too much to drink, and she seems really upset.
"Yeah sure. I'll be there soon: Soul ended the call, grumbling "Damnit Maka, what's wrong."

Soul arrived shortly, locked the car and pushed open the door of the bar. The air was hazy with smoke, a quiet, depressed atmosphere of the drinkers, and a low hum of music. He noted a tiny waisted figure in a leather jacket and a bottle of scotch next to it. The bar keeper nodded to him and he knew it was Maka.

"Care to tell me why you're here?" Soul asked as sat down next to her.

"Sure..." Maka poured another glass.

"Now as you are drowning your sorrows into this bottle, why are you drowning your sorrows?" Soul asked.

"Your brother and father do not care for human affections. My engagement and marriage is a sham. I found out it is only to secure the future of the company in Wes's power. Does that seem like enough to drown my sorrows?" Maka questioned Soul and she drank the rest of her scotch.

"Fair enough, but there are better things to do than to get drunk. Now come on, up you get. We'll stay at my apartment. I don't think my mother's shrill calls in the morning will bode well your hangover." Soul put his around he waist and helped her up. He laid a few notes on the counter and. left the hazy, sickly air. His face was greeted with cool, fresh air of the night, he was about to take a step to the car when he got tackled to wall. His arm around Maka was now in her grip. Was she an angry drunk? Damnit why didn't he ask?
He shut his eyes to wait for any violent acts, but there was sobbing. He looked down to see Maka grasping the front of his jacket, and hiding her face and tears in it.

"I'm sorry Soul, I'm an absolute mess. My head is going crazy." Maka apologised, a little muffled as it was spoken into the front of his jacket.
"You're very interesting, sexy and caring. I'm sorry that I made you come out here to pick me up" Maka apologised.

"It's okay" Soul couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sexy, interesting and caring...

"Repayment is ,of course in order"Maka whispered. She pressed her lips to his. She tasted wonderful, scotch on her lips and the smell of lavender in her hair. She literally threw herself at him. What more could he want? The woman he had wanted, given to him, albeit drunk. It was kind of hot for Soul, Maka taking control, like this. They stopped, Maka rested her head on Soul's collar, her breathing rapid, his musk was intoxicating, she must try it, taste it remember it. She hurriedly kissed his collar,throat, anywhere. But it was harder and harder to keep her eyes open, her will to not fall under the tantalising idea of sleep was forever decreasing. And so she fell.

Soul rested his head against the brick wall. He tried to restrain himself from making too many pleasured sounds. What was the girl doing to him? Here she was offering herself to him. Oh but he would do anything for her. Just that sad broken look, her eyes glistening, mournful green, nearly broke his heart. Anything to not see that look again. He heard a cute little snore, and laughed. He caught her hand in his and picked her up bridal style to the car, and placed her, sitting: her head against the window. He got in the car himself, and placed a kiss on her forehead and on her nose. As if he couldn't help himself he took one more kiss from her alcoholic lips.

Well that's it for today folks. Hope you liked it!

*Malory Towers- it's a book series by Enid Blyton. It's about a girls boarding school. And they talk about finishing classes and whatnot. It's just a reference. Sorry if you didn't understand, it's a british thing. Sorry! Also if there are any mistakes I'm sorry!

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