A/N: This was a result of a tumblr prompt from the fantastic chaoticlivi, who also writes really good things you should all definitely be reading.


Spartoi movie night was always a crap shoot. Once a month, they would all get together at Gallow's Manor, each one bringing a DVD, and draw names out of a hat as to whose pick would get the go ahead, and depending on who got picked, the selection could range anywhere from the goriest action flick to the cheesiest romcom to a documentary on the pyramids (because the beauty of the symmetry was appealing, obviously.)

Tonight had been Patti's pick, always a crap shoot in and of itself, and this time, she had chosen a documentary on giraffes. Maka was all for documentaries, really she was, but there was only so much about giraffes she really needed to know and she was becoming quickly bored. For his part, curled up on a love seat with her, Soul looked practically catatonic. He had his head on her shoulder and was curled under the blanket, probably about to fall asleep and start drooling on her.

Then, a segment began on the mating habits of giraffes, and she had an idea. A wonderful idea. Maka had a wonderful, awful idea. Slowly, subtly, she began to inch her hand under the blanket they shared, down his arm, down his toned stomach, to the waistline of his jeans. If he noticed, he made no indication, though he did move his head from her shoulder to settle on the back of the couch.

She pulled at the snap of his jeans, slowly, carefully, inched down his zipper, not easy things when one was working blind and trying not to gain attention. Once all that was accomplished, eyes still on the screen where two giraffes were currently getting their own freak on, she inched her hand below the elastic of his boxers to grasp him. She was a bit surprised that he was already at half mast and stole a glance his way. He met her eyes and smirked. She grinned back at him for the briefest instant before settling her eyes back on the mating habits of giraffes.

She moved her hand expertly; they'd been together for over a year and she had gotten very good at knowing what he liked. Every so often he would bite his lip, or close his eyes, or stifle a little gasp. His breathing was a bit too heavy, but only she was close enough to notice any of that—she silently congratulated herself on having chosen a rear corner love seat in the large screening room and on having brought a large quilt from home. After a few minutes, his hand snaked up subtly to grope at one breast beneath the blanket and she had to stifle her own gasp, but it did not interrupt her ministrations.

Not long after, he let out a light groan as he finished in her hand and she couldn't help her self-satisfied grin as she snaked her hand out of his pants, leaving him to resituate himself. She finally ventured another look his way and he had his head back, pleased smile on his face.

"I'm just going to go use the little girl's room," she grinned down at him as she rose.

"K. Get me a soda?"

"'Course," she nodded and, fisting her now messy hand, wove her way among the seating to make her way to the door. As she passed Black*Star and Tsubaki, however, she was stopped in her tracks.

"'Bout damned time you finished playing pump the chump. Get me some popcorn, will ya?"

Maka went scarlet and she couldn't have stopped herself from slamming the book down on his skull had she wanted to, which she most certainly didn't. Tsu smiled apologetically as she tended to her now unconscious meister and Maka made her way out of the room to clean up and return with sodas for herself and her weapon.

The fist bump he gave her when she sat down, with a look full of wicked promise, sent a shiver down her spine. Even with Star's idiocy, it really had been worth it.