Surprise! I love you guys. It's just been a few months. But it's a long one. I hope you like!

So time passed, and nothing changed aside from the fact that their feelings grew stronger for each other. Soul kept to his word and never strayed from Maka's side. Day by day, Maka's previous doubts vanished and the only things she need worry about were her final exams, but before long, they were gone, too. Graduation would be here in only a few more days though it seemed so surreal to her. There was nothing to do. The loss of preoccupation brought on the very problem she was dreading to face: the Black blood. It had been gnawing at the back of her skull for weeks, ever since that day. Soul and Maka had appeared to be able to control the urges well enough, but the whole thing seemed to be eating her alive. Sacrificing all strength she had just to their situation, Maka knew that she only had a small window of opportunity left before the madness consumed her, making it impossible to control her deranged hormones. The thought had her terrified.

Maka was afraid. There was no denying it now. She supposed it was a sign that they were meant for each other, both being anchors to this world for the other, but what if it wasn't? What if, after giving him the most sacred part of herself, he tore her apart? She would be destroyed, defunct, unable to operate. Maka realized then that no matter what he said to assure her, she would never be satisfied. She would always question his sincerity until it happened, until the ring was on her finger and the vows had been made. Maka sighed. She would have to take a leap of faith. Yes, she could do that. A leap of faith into strong arms that were sure to catch her. She would have to try and soon. Otherwise, she may never be brave enough. Gathering her things from the library, Maka left the school as a student for the last time.

On the walk home, Maka decided she was glad for the fact that she did not have Soul with her. Being on the back of his bike that close to him as her entire body tingled from the vibrations of the engine coupled with her raging hormones would not be a good idea. Maka felt her face flush. Oh, no. Not the dirty thoughts again. The need for a cold shower overwhelmed her and she rushed to get home.

Thankfully, Maka found the apartment still empty as she stepped out of the bathroom. She decided to make pizza in order to have something to do with her hands and get her mind off of things. Busying herself was a great way to keep her mind from drifting, but sadly, it only worked for a brief thirty minutes before she had to put the pizza into the oven to cook. She'd added extra cheese and marinara sauce just liked Soul liked it. Maka smiled to herself at the thought of Soul. He would be delighted as it was his turn to cook that night. While she waited, she grabbed the book she was reading which happened to be Fifty Shades Darker. It was definitely not the best choice due to her uh… situation. By the time Soul got home from his basketball game with the guys, Maka was reeling. The inner turmoil in her mind of what she did and didn't want was driving her insane. Maka humorlessly smiled at that analogy. That was exactly what it wanted. Quaint.

Soul walked in the door just as Maka was pulling the pizza out of the oven. Soul came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist before kissing her forehead when she placed the hot food on the counter. "Smells delicious," he told her, "Thanks for cooking."

Maka turned to smile at him sweetly, "Anything for my lover," she replied.

Soul grinned, "Not lovers yet."

"That could be arranged," Maka answered him coyly.

Soul raised an eyebrow and sighed, running his hand through his sweaty hair. He had come in with his shirt thrown over his shoulder, hair a mess, shorts hanging off his hips, and sweaty. Needless to say, he looked hot and the sight of him running his fingers through his hair like that made him look positively delectable. He glanced up with a smirk saying, "Yes, it can. But first, I'm going to take a shower and eat with you, then we're going to watch "Rigoletto", and you're going to graduate first."

Maka grinned, "As long as you're graduating with me."

Soul gazed down at her, "Anything for the Valedictorian," he whispered. At her blush, he smiled widely, "I'll be right back."

Soul kissed her on the corner of her mouth before heading into the bathroom. Maka shook her head, smiling at what his words implied. She head over to the arm chair, grabbing the book she left on the counter on her way, and plopped down to read while waiting for the pizza to cool.

Soul emerged fifteen minutes later clad in a white t-shirt and soccer pants. Death, does his butt look good. He immediately scooped her up unexpectedly from her comfy spot, smiling at the rewarded squeal that escaped unbidden from Maka's lips.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"It's pizza time," he replied with a goofy grin. Maka couldn't help but laugh and let out a huff as he placed her not-so-gently into the chair. Maka giggled at Soul's shrug as he bit into the pizza with yummy pepperoni and mushrooms and extra cheese. Maka snagged a piece herself as she watched him. With every bite he did a little dance as he chewed. Maka felt a grin spread onto her face as she watched him take another bite and moan with his eyes closed as if it were the first thing he'd eaten in years.

Maka laughed out loud and remarked, "I could get used to seeing that face more often."

Soul's eyes flicked open lazily and he stared up at Maka with an almost dangerous gaze, "That could be arranged."

Maka choked on her pizza and cleared her throat while reaching for the orange juice in front of her, "Well, um – see that's uh…"

Maka tried desperately to find something to say to his completely unexpected statement that he turned around on her. She tried to reach for her pizza in order to have a reason not to speak but Soul made for her hand. His touch sent electricity through her. Maka felt the blush creep up her cheeks. Why after all this time, she thought to herself, does he still have this effect on me? Soul's silent gaze became even more heated and Maka found herself having difficulty meeting his eyes. After a few seconds, Soul tightened his grip on Maka's hand, pulling her closer in her chair, forcing her to look up and a gasp to escape from her lips.

Their eyes locked and Maka became breathless. She wanted Soul to say something, anything. She wanted to scream at him to stop and tell her what he was playing at, but she could no longer find her voice and even if she could, she wouldn't have wanted to be the first to break this heavy silence. It was weighing down on her, so much so that she thought she might spontaneously combust. The tension in the room was so thick; it could only be cut with a rather heavy duty steak knife. Then again it was building so much by the second that it might have just taken a meat cleaver.

Finally, to Maka's relief, Soul moved his other hand to her face and softly cupped her cheek, breaking the tension and calming the raging storm inside of her. Maka allowed herself a deep breath and closed her eyes as she leaned into his touch. She reopened her eyes to see Soul staring intently at her. His eyes were full of love. Blind, stupid, reckless love. But it was real, and it was for her. Maka did her best not to tear up, but everything logic inside her wanted to rebuke the feeling, telling her that this was way too easy to be real. It was too much like a fairy tale ending, a movie. But looking at that man in front of her who sat with arms wide open, bearing himself, trusting himself entirely to her made her to finally tell that stupid voice to shut up. No, for once she was going to abandon all logic and love this man in front of her, no matter where it would end, though somehow she knew that it wouldn't. Not for a long time.

Being so caught up in her own thoughts, Maka almost missed the whisper Soul let out, "One day…"

Maka smiled brightly at him. He had just answered her question. They would arrange that. One day. One day they would be happily and infuriatingly in love with no regrets.

"But for now," Soul continued as if reading her thoughts (he probably did), "we are finishing our pizza on the fold-out couch while watching Rigoletto, tomorrow we graduate, and then we'll have the rest of our lives for just us. We can go to college as we continue saving the world, and then," he scooped Maka up and set her down gently among the blankets and pillows on the sofa bed he had just arranged, "I'll marry you."

Soul kissed Maka's forehead as she blushed, "Sounds like you have quite the plan, sir."

Soul grinned as he plopped down next to her with the pizza, pressing play on the movie, "I do. Because I know that no matter what, I am going to love you and be yours forever and always. If you want me."

Maka smiled again. It was cute when Soul showed his sensitive side. It left her speechless. And so, the two love birds sat cuddled together on the sofa bed, her head on his chest, his arm around her waist. They finished the pizza quickly and slouched while watching the movie: laughing together, breathing together, and never failing to cry together at the near end of the movie no matter how many times they had seen it. They were practically one person sitting there together. Totally meant for one another, they were, and that would never change.

After the movie ended, the both of them lay there together. Her head was still on his bare chest and he was running his fingers through her now loose hair. Maka drew patterns on his chest, running her fingers softly through the small patch of white hair right between his pects. Both of them were falling asleep; Soul was closer to the brink of oblivion than she. They were discussing the prospects of love and of course it had evolved into a teasing argument of who loved who more.

"I love you more; I can assure you," Soul told her.

"Oh?" she replied matter-of-factly, "because I can definitely assure you that I love you more." She tapped his nose for effect which he grinned at.

"Well I have an infinite amount of love for you," he replied confidently.

Maka quieted and then gave him a cute little half-smile, "I suppose some infinities are greater than other infinities."

Soul flashed a smile and held up his free hand in mock defeat, "Okay."

"Okay," Maka giggled shyly.

Soul immediately threw up his hand and gasped, "Oh my gosh, stop flirting with me."

This caused the both of them to break out in a fit of laughter. Maka grinned at Soul and reached up to cup his cheek, "I didn't know you read The Fault in Our Stars."

"I actually read it before you did. It's one of my favorites."

Maka bit her lip and her eyes filled with mirth, "Really?"

Soul nodded, "Really, really."

She grinned, "You're not going to leave me like Augustus Waters left his Hazel, are you?"

"If there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that death nor cancer can keep me from you, Maka. At least not for long. That would be way uncool."

Maka simply reached up and kissed him gently on the lips. When she pulled away, he was looking at her with a raised brow, "What was that for?"

"For being you."

"I'll take that as a compliment, meaning that being me is a good thing," Soul remarked.

"Most of the time," added Maka.

Soul snickered, "But of course; I have a permanent bump on my head to prove that side of the argument. You and your damned books," he paused for a moment to pout and dramatically rub the back of his head where many of Maka's books – especially Shakespeare's Collective Works – had made his close acquaintance, "So are you ever going to tell me what you were thinking about in the car the other day. Whatever it was sure made you happy and I'd like to know exactly what that would be so I could do that."

Maka chuckled as she watched him attempt to stifle a yawn, "It's late. Go to sleep."

She reached over him to turn out the lamp light and kissed his nose. "But I'm not sleepy," Soul said amidst another yawn.

Maka rolled her eyes as she pulled the covers up to her chin and Soul's stomach as her head was occupying his chest yet again, "Yes, you are. Don't argue. Sleep."

Soon enough, the quite handsome albino was pretty much asleep, only conscious enough to feel Maka and hear her breathing. Maka was still awake, pondering just how she was going to put into words what she was thinking about the other day in the car. She turned her face so she could see his. He looked so sweet and innocent when asleep. He didn't have to deal with the reality of the cruel world when he wasn't awake and Maka only wished that she could make it easier for him. He was so amazing. She only wanted to show him. And there was that word again: easy. Nothing was ever going to be easy for them; she knew that. But the beauty of it was that they could struggle together through everything they needed to and as long that there was still breath of life in their bodies, there was still hope. Maybe she would tell him that. One day.

Reaching up once more, Maka planted another soft kiss on his cheek before whispering, "It was you…" Soul would wake up the next day wondering if he had heard that quite right or if he had dreamed it. But he would find out anyways. One day.

The next day was graduation. It was a day that changed many of their lives. Maka was the Valedictorian. Her speech was touching. She had originally planned to speak about the trials each and every one of her classmates had endured that year with Asura which she did, but that morning she had revised it just a bit. Instead of ending on a romantic note stating that they will simply endure and prevail, she added that they would excel to rise above all standards faced with them and thrown in their way, for tribulation produces perseverance, perseverance, hope, and when there is a breath in your body, there is hope for any and every situation. To this, she told her classmates, they reach out into the unfamiliar roads of the unguarded world, prepared to take on anything in their paths. Everyone cheered as the graduation caps were thrown into the air.

Everyone did as Maka had predicted. All the students from her year went above and beyond what was expected of them. Miku and Ryoku went on to open up a joke shop that quickly became fairly famous among all kinds of folks; even witches found the fads infectious. They were very successful, and of course, it was overseen by none other than Iyame who traveled the world with her Masamune a bit before her wild soul was finally sated with opening a bookstore and even a bed and breakfast in her larger-than-enough home. Liz became an assistant at Kidd's law firm, the job he had sought to keep during the time his father remained head Grim Reaper. Soul had partnered Kidd's business with his own. Soul's dealt with the heavier stuff and wasn't exactly public knowledge unless they were looking. He handled the undercover, demon, and protection programs (witness and other). Maka was the best prosecutor and/or defendant's attorney around and usually whichever case she was on was quickly closed, and of course this was done in the limited time when she and Soul were not on quests for Lord Death.

Black*Star and Tsubaki began with quest work for Lord Death full time and consequently were all over the world, doing mostly undercover work ever since Black*Star had mastered his ninja abilities. Patty became one of the world's most known heads of Wildlife Protection Program, specializing in Africa with all sorts of their endangered animals and caring for even more, including giraffes. Crona continued her training with Kidd until she made Ragnarok a Death Scythe and then she became a teacher at the school. Ragnarok no longer had to exist only in her blood. After the battle with Medusa, the shock had loosened the bond of him to Crona. Kidd worked with them so Ragnarok could separate himself from Crona for extended periods of time until he could do that regularly. Of course, he never strayed too far, but he was able to lead a non-dependent life on Crona. He gained a human-like appearance consisting of dark blue eyes, dark messy hair, and tanned skin. He was rather attractive and managed to snare Jacqueline's heart. Kate seemed to disappear from the face of the earth until their reunion five years later. Ox became a dean at another academy in Britain, and Hiro found a weapon named Anastasia Romani whom he met in Russia.

Maka remembered the After Party. She hugged her father who had actually remained sober long enough to tell her good luck in the big world and to write and remember that her daddy would always be there for her. Everything seemed surreal. The party was thrown by the Twins and the Thompson Sisters so it was a blast, but the odd part is how perfect yet different everything seemed. Maka found herself alone outside on the balcony, looking up at the stars. It was here where Soul found her. He said nothing as he stood close to her, listening. She told him of her plans and her fears of 'what-ifs' and how everything would change. Nothing would be the same anymore because all of their friends had their own plans and the life she had gotten so comfortable was fading fast. He just let her speak. She spilt her guts to him, exposed her innermost self. He simply listened as she let it all out. That was all she needed. When it was done, he grabbed her hand. Then they started dancing slowly. Everything else around them disappeared. It was only them and the stars above them looking down. He played with the ring on her finger as he told her that no matter how crazy her life became after tonight, he would be – if the only thing – remaining constant, the same. All for her.

That was when they kissed right there under the beautiful night sky. Two souls meant for each other in an eternity of bliss. They made a vow that night that they would be together as Soul had said: Forever and Always. He was her Parachute, and she was his Anchor. So they kissed with only the stars and that creepy forsaken moon as witnesses.

Later, when they returned home, the door was locked and no lights were turned on. There was no need. If you had asked them the next morning, they would have had no idea how it happened. It just did. It wasn't as if they were ripping each other's clothes off but they did leave a trail into Soul's bedroom. That was the night they first made love.

It had started with that one kiss by the door. She had pulled away and turned her back. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and smelling her hair and her neck, loving the scent of her. Slowly he kissed her neck softly, gently. Soon, she turned to him and captured his lips with hers. When she looked up at him, it was the unspoken assurance of what she wanted, what she was ready for, what she knew she wouldn't regret. She started with his tie. Pulling him close to her as he grinned, her tongue battled his as she undid the knot, followed by the first few buttons on his shirt. Before she could get any further, he moved to press her against the couch, his hips taught against hers so she could feel him through his jeans. He nipped her lip as they caught their breath. She held onto his shirt fisted in her hands as he trailed his hands down her sides. He lifted and untucked her button-up from her tight skinny jeans. Stopping there for a moment, he lifted her so she sat on the back of the couch as he went to removing her boots and socks which were carelessly thrown behind him. Maka hopped off of the couch, pushing Soul towards the hallway and against the wall. He had quickly removed his shoes on the way. He couldn't help but grin at her feistiness in between searing and passionate kisses.

Maka made for his belt, tossing it behind her, but before she could continue with his pants, a growl escaped Soul's throat and he pushed her against the next wall a little further down the hallway, a bit nearer to his bedroom door. He pulled away from her completely to throw off her belt and then began undoing her pants as she leaned against the wall. Her breathing was ragged and she was trying desperately to hide the fact that he had her completely at his mercy. Her body was heated so much and her body was tingling in such a delicious way that she didn't want it to stop but felt helpless under its control. Once her jeans were removed, Soul lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Maka was trapped between a wall and a hard place, the hard place being Soul's very hot body, and she was enjoying every second of it. But instead of doing something, anything, Soul agonizingly and slowly reached up and began to finish undoing the buttons on her shirt. Once he finished, he reached up and untied Maka's pigtails, letting her hair fall in a blond halo down past her shoulders.

That was when he attacked her neck, nipping, biting and sucking. It was driving Maka crazy. She was squirming, but trying so very hard not to move her hips because if she did then she'd lose it and she couldn't let the madness take hold. The frustration was so intense she finally did the only thing she could, she bit his neck. Hard. It also helped that she subconsciously clawed his biceps, drawing a loud moan from her partner. While he was distracted Maka released his hips from hers and ran towards his room only to be stopped as he closed the door, pinning her to it. He gave her a grin, thinking he'd gotten her. She placed her hands on his chest through his shirt and kissed him passionately. Without him quite realizing it, she slowly pushed him onto the bed so she was straddling him. When she broke the kiss, he flipped them over so he was over her. Maka's heart was racing; Soul's was pounding. Neither of them really knew what to do, but they were going to make the most of this. Maka reached up to remove his shirt from his shoulders, never breaking eye contact with him. Now able to feel his fully exposed torso, Maka let her hands explore and feel his toned muscles. She allowed her fingertips to dance across his waist, caressing his hip bones and teasing the sensitive skin by his happy trail.

She felt his muscles quiver and she brought her gaze back up to meet his. The look he was giving her made her stomach do backflips, tucks, and somersaults. His eyes were fairly glazed by this point. But instead of the look of lust that usually resided in his eyes, it was something new, sweet, genuine, true, and had the ability to be a lot more sinister. His gaze said it all. With confidence, passion, and tenderness, Soul slowly sat up so that Maka's face was directly before his. Touching foreheads so that the tips of their noses were barely brushing, Soul clenched and unclenched his jaw before he spoke, "Maka..," he breathed, "I love you. I want to do this right. I'm going to love you tonight, leaving no surface of you untouched, unkissed. Every inch of you… will belong to me. I want you. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life or anything I ever will. All I ask in return…"

Soul trailed off, pausing for what seemed like an endless amount of time to a breathless Maka. She glanced up and the movement caused Soul to catch and lock eyes with her once more. This little gesture seemed to encourage him to continue as he took a shaky breath, never breaking eye contact, "All I ask…is that you love me just as much."

Maka felt her heart shudder, moved by the beauty and simplicity of his words. She fought to hold back the tears. Leap of faith? Bump that. She was sure now that she absolutely loved the one before her more than she ever thought possible. Her heart was no longer hers. It belonged to him. With one last broken exhale, she looked up and whispered, "Yes."

No sooner had she spoken this word, Soul was on top of her, covering her with kisses as she ran her hands over every inch of his body she could reach. As he kissed her neck, she whispered, "Always," in his ear. Soul removed her bra to suckle her breasts, earning a moan and whimper from Maka as his tongue flicked her nipple. Switching to the other, Soul replaced his mouth with his hand on the one he had just recently removed himself from, caressing and rubbing her. Maka thought she could explode from the feeling he was giving her then. How could he do this so well? She wanted to scream and let out a yelp when Soul elicited a squeak from her by rolling her erect bud between his fingers. Maka's hands reached up to quickly cover her mouth and face. How on earth..? How can I make a noise like that?! Soul just chuckled, grabbing her hands and kissing her sweetly. Maka responded in kind, wrapping her arms around him, twisting her hands in his thick hair and melting into the kiss.

Soul moved one hand to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss and the other traveled down her body to her thigh which he lifted and caressed, teasing her sensitive skin there. Maka's skin tingled and every move she made sent fireworks through Soul's body. She reacted to his teasing by pulling him impossibly closer and involuntarily bucking her hips. Soul moaned into the kiss and Maka thought she had never heard a sexier noise. Soul abruptly pulled away, kissing down her chest, her stomach, suckling on her hip bones, and lavishing and ravishing all of her. Sitting on his knees just off the foot of the bed, he pulled Maka to him, slowly removing her panties and tossing them away. He placed a small, tender kiss on the instep of her foot, leisurely moving up her long leg to stop at the uppermost part of her inner thigh.

After repeating the action for the other leg, Soul placed his hands on her creamy, white thighs, lifting one over his shoulder and moving the other out to give him room. With one last kiss to her inner thighs, Soul moved to Maka's most sacred of places with a light, tentative lick. Maka immediately threaded her fingers through his white locks and threw her head back as Soul skillfully pleasured her with his mouth, flicking her clit with his tongue before replacing it with his thumb and moving down and tasting her insides with his tongue. That long tongue…There's no way. How… How can this feel so good? Maka's mind was screaming. Death, this is amazing. Oh, how can he… Oh – Oh!

Maka screamed out as she climaxed for the first time. Maka fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. In an instant, Soul was over her again kissing her neck and proceeding to give her a light peck on the lips. Maka gave him a smirk, remarking, "I guess the name 'Eater' is fitting for you."

Soul chuckled in response. Within seconds, Maka was on top of him running her fingers over his chest, teasing him with her fingernails, already recovered from her recent orgasm. Maka let her fingers lightly brush his sides and smiled when his muscles twitched, "Does that tickle?" she asked him breathily in his ear. He answered her with an "uh-huh" that was half way between a moan and a sigh. Maka sat up and positioned herself above his obvious erection and lowered herself until their hips met, with only the thin cotton material of Soul's boxers separating them.

Soul moaned aloud when she ground herself against him. Maka bit her lip to keep herself from calling out. It just felt so good. Her fingers tensed and dug into his chest as she held herself up and Soul's hands held her hips down as she deliciously soaked his boxers with the fresh fluids oozing from her most private place by rubbing and grinding against him repeatedly. Soul let go of her hips to remove a pillow from behind his head. The change in angle caused Maka's clit to begin rubbing against the bulge in his boxers and she called out. Her nails dug in harder, Soul moved his hips to meet hers, holding her hips ferociously. A few more thrusts and her body was quaking. Maka was sure she couldn't take much more. She was so close again. No, not until he cums with me.

A defeated, hoarse groan was Soul's response to Maka pulling away. She dismounted him to pull his boxers down, throwing them into the floor, and she was shocked by what she saw. His penis was rather large and pulsating. Maka took a second to stare at it, marveling at the sight. Her thoughts were interrupted by Soul's frustrated cry, "Maka!"

Right. She would have to play with her new toy later. She was deathly curious, but she needed him now. Straddling him once more, Maka positioned herself above his erection now fully able to stand at attention. She stopped when she saw the pillow had travelled back underneath Soul's back. Irritated, Maka muttered in all seriousness, "These damn pillows…" before tossing them all onto the floor. Under normal circumstances, Soul would have teased her, but later would come. Right now he was much too focused on his minx of a meister who seemed intent on impaling herself on his cock. He couldn't look away. She just looked so utterly sexy above him like that. Deliberately, Maka lowered herself onto him, holding her breath and biting her lip. He was in awe that she was doing this herself and was trying so hard not to thrust up into her, removing the remainder of distance between them, and fucking her senseless. But he had to control himself. Besides, this felt amazing. He found himself biting his lip as she continued sheathing him inch by inch into herself. He almost busted a nut when she whimpered his name. She was only a little over halfway down, but she looked absolutely, indescribably…wow. He applauded her for making it thus far and graciously placed his hands gently on her hips, guiding her body the rest of the way down.

Her frame was quaking again. A thin layer of sweat covered them both, making their bodies more able to move against each other smoothly. Her eyes were closed as she let herself readjust. He watched her for what seemed like ages as she gathered her strength and steadied her hands and breathing. It took him by surprise when she began moving. It was his turn to whimper. And it turned her on. She began riding him like she was born with a talent to move her hips in the most inconceivable way. Eventually he joined her, thrusting up to meet her. It was so hot. In more ways than one. Neither of them knew that it would be this breathtaking. Their moans were the only noises, the music to their ears. They went faster. Soul took control in due course, holding her close as they raced their beating, pounding hearts. And they climaxed, cocooned in each other's warm embrace.

Holding each other in the afterglow, Soul kissed her forehead. Maka melted into him, kissing him warmly, "Always," she whispered, her eye lids drooping. Soul smiled and held her tight against his chest breathing, "So much better than I ever imagined it would be…" before his eyes closed and his breathing evened.

Maka's head was spinning and she curiously questioned 'what was?' in her head, 'the sex or…me?' Just before she gave in to the peaceful darkness surrounding her, she heard a small, familiar voice in her head that was not her own, but rather belonging to someone very important and close to her, quite literally. It was so swift she would have to question him in the morning about the statement that caressed her thoughts in a whispering, windy way.

It was you… Always.

Well, there it is. The ending of my story. But I'll most likely write an epilogue. and this was my first official lemon so gimme some feedback! I'd love to know if there's anything I can do to improve it. lol I'll hopefully get the last chapter/epilogue finished by the end of this month. And also that pillows thing..actually happened. They were couch pillows. and it wasn't me. I was over at my friend's house after prom so like 1 in the morning and she was on the loveseat with her boyfriend and my date and I had fallen asleep on the larger couch while watching the conjouring, and I woke up to that. I wanted to crawl in a hole.. They weren't actually having sex. Their clothes were all on, but there was some serious dry humping happening based upon all the moans. as well as the "does that tickle thing.." and he asked her and then he chuckled. And I was freaking out. Not to mention I was utterly terrified because I just happened to wake up at the scariest part of the movie. Well, Hell. Anyways. I was saved when Jake's alarm went off. I was so thankful. *cries* Lmao.. Now I just hope those particular friends never read this. Bahahahaha!

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