Unintended Medicine
by PuppyNoelle
Description: Maka goes on the Pill to help alleviate her troublesome menstrual symptoms, but things become skewed when Soul finds out about her new prescription. SoulxMaka, multi-chap, Lemony!
A/N: Thanks again for all the comments, I love you guys! And I'd also like to thank everyone for making this my most popular fanfic ever! It finally surpassed one of my old stories over the weekend! It has been the front runner on number of hits for a couple weeks, but this past weekend it finally won the race for most favorited story! It still hasn't won the race for number of reviews (219 is the record to beat) but I'm sure it'll get up there eventually. Seeing the large following I'm getting here is really helping to give me the confidence to keep working on my original novel. If I have almost 20,000 hits on a fanfiction, then I can't help but imagine the impact that my own characters could make. Thanks for the support!
And, in response to my lovely reviewer Miyaow: (shh! the plot bunnies are hard at work! lol) and yes, Soul really does love his brother, but, as an introvert, spilling his guts really isn't within his comfort zone. Though, he loves Maka enough that he is really trying hard to be more open. One layer at a time my dear...
Love, Ash~
Chapter 11
Presently, Maka was being dragged through Macy's department store at the mall in Death City. It wasn't by any means her first time in the store, she and her girlfriends went shopping for clothes there all the time, but the prices and designer names intimidated her. However, she had never been to the back of the store where the home decor section was located.
"Soul...?" she mumbled.
"What is it Maka?"
"Isn't the stuff in this store kinda of... expensive?"
"Yeah, who cares? My parents are footing the bill, so don't worry. We'll just pick out whatever suits us the best. Just concentrate on all the different styles, textures, and colors, and pick something that just feels right."
"So, go with my gut?"
"Pretty much. There's a few ground rules though. One: Nothing frilly, pink, pastel or floral. That's girly, and totally uncool. Two: Nothing too big. when I took the measurements in my room this morning, I figured we could squeeze in a queen size, as long as it's not too clunky and oversized. Three: Nothing Victorian, Queen Anne style, or to too old fashioned. This is the 21st century for Death's sake, we need to live in the present. And Four: Nothing too outdoorsy either, I don't want anything that brings up the image of some lame singing bass or stuffed deer head."
Maka suddenly imagined Soul bolting up in the middle of the night to a fish on the wall singing Don't Worry, Be Happy. She laughed out loud. Her partner quirked an eyebrow at her, and she explained, still giggling, "Singing... ha ha... bass... ha ha ha..."
Soul smirked, and grabbed her hand, dragging her giggling form forward. The pair strolled around, looking first at bed frames. Eventually they settled on a modern styled wood frame with a built in headboard. The finish was a dark cherry, and the wood was sturdy without being too clunky and overpowering. Soul whipped out a tiny notepad and pen from one of the cargo pockets on his pants, and scribbled down the information.
Next they moved on to mattresses. Maka watched as a huge toothy grin spread across her weapon's face at the sight of all the giant, white, fluffy rectangles in front of them. He had a certain mirthful gleam in his eyes that she recalled seeing when Soul had stuffed a large, wet, snowball down her coat during the very rare Nevada snowstorm that winter. Before she could do anything to stop him, he dove for the nearest mattress and jumped up and down a few times.
Not wanting to draw any attention to them, he allowed his body to fall after the third jump, but was satisfied with the brief release of his inner child. Maka glided over to the side of the bed smiling at him. He grinned at her before patting next to him on the mattress. "C'mon, it's pretty comfy."
In her peripheral vision, Maka noticed an employee watching them like a hawk. She couldn't help but grin as she joined Soul on the display mattress. Soul was seriously letting loose and having fun. Maka was truly happy to see Soul so at peace. He always put up this cool and laid back front, but seeing him so comfortable in his own skin and so enthusiastic about life... it made her giddy. Then, right there, in the middle of the store, Maka leaned over her boyfriend's grinning face and planted a kiss directly to his lips.
Soul was surprised, but happily received the affection. Maka pulled back and pulled herself off the mattress, then held out a hand to him.
"Come on Soul, we can't lay around here all day."
He rolled his eyes, smiling at her, "Yeah, I know." He took her hand, and let her help lift him up. Once he was solidly on his feet, and stuffed his hands in his pockets and announced, "We're getting this mattress."
"Okay, so we just need to pick out the sheets and a comforter now, right?"
"And get some pillows and shams too."
As the pair scoured through the hundreds of comforters, it was becoming harder and harder for them to come to a compromise. Soul wanted something simple with as few colors as possible, but Maka wanted something with some sort of pattern on it.
"...And you call me boring! Come on Soul! The whole bed can't be just one color!"
"I told you Maka, I don't want anything fancy! Can't you just settle for something simple?"
Maka growled at him, muttering under her breath until she caught sight of a deep charcoal color out of the corner of her eye. Soul was still whining at her when she turned away to walk toward the comforter on display. "Soul, look at that one."
"Huh?" He followed her pointed finger, and peered at the dark comforter. He moved over to take a closer look. It was such a dark grey that it was nearly black. At first glance it appeared solid colored, but upon further inspection he noticed that it had a slightly lighter grey floral and leaf pattern.
"What do you think?" his girlfriend asked excitedly, tugging on his hand.
Soul tentatively reached his free hand out and ran it over the cloth. "Well, I don't hate it. I mean, there are flowers on it, but you can barely see them, so it's not too bad. It's almost black so it would look good on the dark red frame..." He trailed off.
Maka was excited. "Yeah! It's perfect! And we can pair it with some burgandy sheets to match the wood too. Maybe we could get some accent pillows with red and gold in them too. It would still be simple that way, but would have a little splash of color too."
Soul sighed. He figured this really was the best it was going to get. And after all, the comforter really was pretty good. The dark color really did make it more gender-neutral.
"Okay Maka, you win. We'll get the comforter and whatever you want to go with it."
She beamed. "Yay!" She immediately pulled out a bag labeled for queen size, and thrust it into her partner's arms. Then she ran off towards the section with the sheets. Soul smiled as her head disappeared between the shelves. He couldn't help but give in to her demands, especially when she was this excited about something.
As the pair walked home, with bags full of bedding in their arms, Maka couldn't stop humming. The morning had been so perfect, and she was excited for the delivery people to bring the mattress and bed frame over in a couple hours. She and Soul were starting to turn their apartment into a real home. The realization was a strange, but welcome one. They were growing up. It all felt so natural.
Then Soul pulled her out of her reverie. "You know, for somebody who's clueless about music, you're singing voice isn't half bad. Maybe my mom will like you after all..."
Maka blushed, "Really? So, is your mom a singer then?"
"Yeah," Soul replied, "Mezzo Soprano. She sings opera and musical theatre mostly. She plays piano too, she's the one who taught me."
"Oh wow," Maka gushed, "So she must be amazing if she's the one who taught you how to play!" Soul blushed beside her, "So did your mom teach you how to sing too?"
Soul's blush deepened. "Yeah, but it's really not my thing. So, can we stop talking about this, and figure out what we're gonna do for lunch? I'm starving."
Maka was a bit taken aback. Soul had been sharing so much of himself lately, but it looked like the floodgates were closing up again. She audibly sighed. She knew her partner all too well: prying would get her nowhere. So she focused on his subject change instead.
"Hmm... well, I think we have some leftover pizza in the fridge. I could throw some of those Pillsbury breadsticks in the oven and make some garlic dipping sauce to go with it."
"Sounds good." Soul replied, but he remained quiet for the rest of the walk home. Maka's humming had ceased too.
No sooner had Soul and Maka finished lunch, then the new bed and mattress arrived. Together they moved Soul's old bed into the living room while the delivery men worked on bringing up the new one. It took the pair a few hours to assemble everything, but the time flew by as they worked together, shooting witty insults at one another's tiny foibles.
Finally, Maka threw the final throw pillow atop the new bed and they both happily collapsed onto it. The meister snuggled up against her weapon, and slowly began trailing kisses along his neck. All that hard work and witty banter had served as foreplay for Maka. She wanted to break in their brand new love nest. Before she had pretty much let Soul take the lead when it came to sex, but now it was her turn.
She left him to walk over to the black laptop on Soul's desk. His eyes followed her as her fingers grazed over the white apple shaped logo on the top. She pulled open the cover and pulled the computer out of hibernation. Her middle finger sensually danced across the mousepad as she pulled up the minimized iTunes program. She pressed the spacebar. The last song that Soul had played rang from the computer. Maka liked it. She pressed the spacebar again. It stopped. She clicked a couple more times to put the song on repeat. She pressed the left arrow key, then the spacebar again. Then the song began from the beginning.
She wandered slowly back over to the bed, in time with the opening of the song. The alto voice came in just as she reached the bed.
You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity
The first time every time when you're touching me
She gracefully inched closer to his body, leaning over him. Her legs settled around his hips, straddling him. Her torso leaned forward as her lips found their way to his. She kissed him softly, running her fingers through his eternally tousled platinum hair. His arms crept up her sides, pushing up her shirt just enough to expose the soft skin of her midriff.
Some call it science we call it chemistry
This is the story of the bird and the bees
He gently massaged her sides, and in response she deepened the kiss, parting his lips so that her tongue could meet with his.
You give me that hummingbird heartbeat
Spread my wings and make me fly
The taste of your honey is so sweet
When you give me that hummingbird heartbeat
She moaned into his mouth, and untangled her hands from his hair. Her hands roamed down to the hem of his shirt, and they briefly parted as his shirt flew over his head. Masculine fingers made their way to her front and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Their lips met again as the periwinkle cloth blew away.
You're so exotic, get my whole body fluttering
Constantly craving for a taste of your sticky sweet
A single dainty hand floated down to the zipper of his olive cargo pants. In one swift movement his pants were halfway down his legs and her hand was gliding beneath the waistband of his navy boxers. Her other hand was behind his head, gently holding it in place as their tongues danced together. His breath hitched as she sensually stroked his length.
Always on the brink of a heart attack
You keep me alive and keep me coming back
Her lips left his and traveled down to his chest where they travelled gradually downward, planting butterfly kisses. Dulcet baritone moans rang in the air.
When we're in perfect harmony
You make me sound like,
Like a symphony
As her body moved lower, her free hand tossed away the last remnants of his clothing. She trapped his legs between her thighs, as his fingers freed her hair from the restraining pigtails. He clung to her long, ashen blonde locks. Gently, her tongue grazed his tip. His crimson orbs widened and his grip tightened on her hair. "Oh god, Maka..."
You give me that hummingbird heartbeat
Spread my wings and make me fly
The taste of your honey is so sweet
When you give me that hummingbird heartbeat
Her tongue continued to explore, while her free hand reached around and gently tickled his balls. When she took the whole tip into her mouth, he threw his head back from the sensory overload. "Maka!" he panted.
Hummingbird heartbeat
Hummingbird heartbeat
Hummingbird heartbeat
Suddenly, he bolted up, and pulled her face up to meet his. He captured her lips and reached a hand down beneath her skirt. He tugged at her plain white panties and they fell down to her knees. His other hand made its way down, and together the hands ripped through the thin cloth. His arms encircled her waist as he moved their bodies closer to the headboard. He leaned back against the pillows as she positioned herself above his hips. He brought her lips to his once again, and she slipped her walls down around him.
She tried moving up and down at first, but gradually that motion transitioned into a more comfortable pattern of swirling her hips around his length in a slight circular motion. They fell into rhythm and his hands latched onto her sides, massaging the skin there in the same circular pattern her hips were making on him. Their pace increased until Maka arched backwards. Soul allowed his own release just as his name escaped from his lover's lips.
They both panted as the blonde woman leaned forward wrapped her arms around masculine shoulders. He curled one arm around her back, and then used the other to reach up and stroke her hair. He used his teeth to pull aside the strap of her bra, and gently kissed across the length of her shoulder.
~end chapter 11
And there is lemon number two, as promised. Next chapter brings more plot bunnies. Chapter 12 is another longer one. I'm almost done with it, so I'll post it in a day or two, after this one has gotten enough time in the limelight.
The song is Hummingbird Heartbeat by Katy Perry. I don't usually include song lyrics in my fics, but since I've pretty much been addicted to her Teenage Dream album for the past few weeks, I couldn't resist squeezing a song in. And yes, I do realize that this means that Soul listens to pop music and love songs. He's too cool to be defined by any one music genre. I'm of the opinion that a real musician will listen to pretty much everything. Maybe part of that is my own inner snob as a musician coming out, but I think the best way to improve your own skills in anything is by pushing yourself outside of your comfort zone and absorbing the knowledge you gain from that.
Anyways, please review so that I can get some feedback while I finish up the next chapter! :3
Love, Ash~