AN: THE THING HAS FINALLY HAPPENED.

post-airport (and by post I mean the day after)

Maka sat at her desk half asleep. Her internal clock was wrong, backwards, and possibly definitely upside down. Her stomach certainly was. Soul had actually had to help her sit up to drink her first cup of coffee (he made it with too much milk, just how she liked it, such a good man) and had tried to convince her that taking a day off after all the traveling and being abroad for almost a month was an okay thing to do. It still wasn't, in her book, so a full pot of coffee later (and maybe a bit of sugar, as in a lot of sugar and a scary amount of milk) and a shower, and she was half awake and somehow at the office. Maka wasn't actually sure how they had managed to get there.

"Will you at least let me take you home early? Like it's great and all to have you back, but... Maka are you even awake?"

Maka mumbled something that sounded vaguely like "international business law" and "no more tiramisu" while she stared at her screen blankly.

"...I'm going to go get some more coffee." While she hadn't perked up at all, Maka handed her mug over. Soul did a quick check; their door was closed and the blinds were drawn over the window that looked into their office, before stooping down to peck her on the lips. It made him stupidly happy that he could do that now. Maka looked confused, like she wasn't sure of what had just happened and Soul shook his head. She never handled jetlag very well.

"Wait." Maka blinked a few times before turning around to look at him. "You just...kissed me? That happened?"

Soul stood by the door, perplexed. Should he not have done that? Was that not actually a thing he could do now? "Yeah?"

Her eyes grew huge. "Wait. Wait, wait, and the airport?"

"What about the airport, Maka?" He was really worried now, for a multitude of reasons.

"That happened?! You kissed me! Oh my god, that actually happened." She looked away from him finally processing that he really had kissed her and that it hadn't all just been another amazing dream.

"Maka, are you okay? Do you want me to call and ambul- wait no, sit down, you're-" Soul was cut off rather forcefully by her lips on his and her hands feathering along his jawline and neck. Kissing her and being kissed by her was still a very novel experience.

"I'd thought it was too good to be true," she mumbled against his lips. "Thought it was just some dream I had."

"Been dreaming about me kissing you a lot, huh?" Soul chuckled, so she nipped at his lip in retaliation. His hands were still holding the coffee mugs, but he did his best to wrap his arms around her.

Maka pushed against him until Soul's back hit the closed door. "Been dreaming about a lot more than just kissing you." She'd never had much of a filter when she was tired, and she was so tired of waiting for this. She tasted his groan more than she heard it, and Soul finally let the mugs fall on to the carpet to grab her and pull her flush to him.

"Good, me too," he said before really kissing her. Maka whimpered when he licked at her lips, and she grasped at the back of his neck, desperate to taste him. She leaned heavily on him, standing on her toes, but Soul solved the problem with his hands on her ass and pulling her up against him. Her toes barely brushed the ground, but it was so much easier to kiss him and run her tongue against his, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to help hold herself up.

They broke apart panting but Soul didn't give her a moment before he was kissing and marking her neck. Her low moan made him shiver and grind their hips together, which earned him another moan. He kissed as far down as her shirt allowed and then back up to just behind her ear. "Fuh- fuck, Soul." Maka was writhing against him, but she needed more than leaning against the door was allowing them. "Desk," she managed to ground out despite his teeth on her skin.

He managed to get off the door and walk forward until the backs of her thighs hit her desk, and Maka blindly pushed everything off so she could lie down and pull Soul with her. Oh, oh this was infinitely better; his weight pressing down on her, her hands were free to clutch at his shoulders and back, and she had enough leverage to really grind against him. His hands were gripping her waist, her hips, and god yes her breasts too. It took a bit of shimmying, not that Soul seemed to mind, to get her skirt far enough up her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his waist and really grind against him, Soul really didn't seem to mind that at all.

"Haa fuck, Maka, Maka-" he wasn't pleading (except he kind of was). She had his belt undone and his pants unbuttoned before he could really remember what else he was going to say. Instead Soul worked on attempting to unbutton her shirt so he could finally see how her breasts would feel in his mouth. Maka was having fun massaging him through the front of his boxers and feeling him pant against her ear, but she would truly prefer to be kissing him again, please and thank you.

It was easy to drag him back down for another kiss, and she didn't even care how sloppy it was, he was already hard as fuck for her and had worked his hand into her shirt to play with her tits. "Need you, need you so bad," she gasped when he pinched and rolled her nipple. "Please, Soul, fuck me!"

It took him a half second longer than it should have for her words to really sink in. It took him even longer to really understand and process that, Maka Albarn, Head Bitch In Charge, Badass Lawyer, and love of his fucking life, wanted this just as badly as he did. With one hand on the back of her neck, he crashed their lips together, and shoved his boxers down with the other. He caught her moan in his mouth when he moved her (soaked! totally soaked!) panties to the side and rubbed himself against her. Oh fuuuuuck, hot and wet and god fucking damn it.

"Co-condom. Fuck, Maka, condom."

"S'fine, Soul, please, please!" She bucked under him, fingers in his hair and pulling him close.

That, he understood immediately. He lined himself up and sank into her slowly, unable to even moan. Maka's back was arched high off her desk, her legs dragging him forward, biting her own lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. Fuck, fuck everything, his brain was melted, his dick was melted, and he was going to die a very happy man in like two minutes. No, no, scratch that. He could die a very happy man right after he made Maka come, that was even more important.

Right after he made Maka come.

Soul shivered. He was actually going to get to watch Maka come. Because he made her. Because they- "Soul! Move!" Oh hell yes.

God he felt good, so much better than her fingers, so much better than she had even imagined, if he would only fucking move. Warm and hard, god she hasn't felt this good in years. He filled her in a way she had never found, but that was probably just because she loved him so much. "Please? Soul?"

It was the breathless whisper of his name that really got Soul going. He dragged her back until she was just at the edge of the desk and he could pull back and thrust forward, much to their mutual delight. He braced himself with one hand and had the other on her waist, clutching at her skin and holding her close. Maka's hands were in his hair again, tugging when he got too far away. He tried to keep as steady a pace as he could manage, but she kept panting and moaning and moving under him.

Fuck everything. He wasn't going to last very long, this was too good, she was too hot, and fuuuuuuck. Soul moved the hand he had on her waist to play with her clit, hoping to at least get her off before he completely lost his cool. He cradled the back of her head with his other hand and pressed as close as he could to her; he needed to feel as much of her as he could, to hold her and just love her. "Maka, fu-fuck, Maka, come. Come for me?" He mouthed the words right to her lips and it was all she needed. She kissed him, it was all she could do, it was all that was left for her and she loved it. Maka came hard, breathless, and without a sound. But watching her? Watching her come undone? Feeling her tense up underneath him, around him was too much.

Soul managed one last hard thrust and muffled his shout against her neck. It took a lot to remain upright while he sighed his release against her skin, his heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of his chest, cause wow. They both hissed when he pulled back, but it wasn't exactly comfortable to cuddle on a desk like that (Soul was just surprised he remembered how to let go of her, he'd just really like to melt and maybe take a quick nap between her breasts and listen to her heart beat).

But they were on a desk. In their office. Maka seemed to reach the same conclusion when she sat up. They were still at work.

"...We're going to clean up, walk out of here like everything is normal, you're going to go tell Kid you're taking me home because I'm too jet lagged to function. Then we're going to go back home and do that again. With less clothing." Soul nodded dumbly and helped her off the desk. Maka quickly tugged her skirt back down while Soul fixed his pants. They were very careful to not make eye contact, but Soul couldn't help but admire his handiwork on her neck and Maka finally let herself stare at his ass, not caring if she got caught.

Maka was quite pleased with her plan. Couldn't really bring herself to care that they had finally gotten on the same page even if it meant fucking at work. Cause really, what was an office romance without a little desk sex?

Though Maka was also really excited to strip him down and fuck him properly in their bed. And then maybe a nap afterwards. Oh yes, she quite liked this plan.