Thanks for reading the 1st chapter and (in advance) the 2nd. I have other things I should be doing but obviously, after you finish all 25 volumes of Soul Eater you have to write fanfiction. It's a rule. Let me know what you think. Warning: graphic sex in this chapter.
We've been on this Internal Investigations gig for about a month and a half, and, man, have I never been more impressed with Maka. I'm the cool background type, the backup for when shit gets tough, but Maka has really become the maestro of any room she walks into. So far, there hasn't been a meister or demon weapon we've come across that Maka hasn't swayed. The witches, well, they can be a bit of a different story, but that's why we're back at headquarters for a little, trying to see if we can't add a witch partnership to our group and add some representation that might ease the fear that we're just on the DWMA side of things.
Right now, Maka should be discussing things with Kim and Jackie, but who knows. For all I know, we'll end up with Blair. Regardless, I get some alone time at the apartment: my nice comfy bed, my Jazz records, a hot shower without Maka telling me to hurry up in the background. I put on "Bitches Brew" for old time's sake and collapse on the bed, my chest still a little damp because, hey, the apartment is mine right now, why do I need a shirt? It's just me, Miles Davis, and my good 'ole boxers until 3:00 PM. Two glorious hours of peace and quiet.
Something's poking me in the back and I pull a sweater out from underneath me. Yeah, so, that's a first; Maka's clothes on my bed. Don't get any ideas, it wasn't that, just, we made out here last night and I guess she got overheated or maybe she was sending me a message that I just didn't get and now that I think about it ugh, was it a message, oh shit. My mind's just going now, especially since once she took that sweater off it was just a tank top between my hand and her bare skin and when I got the courage to move that hand over her breast I got the best gift, a moan! A soft moan from Maka Albarn, who some might say is the queen of uptight. But that's about as far as this month and a half has bought me.
Not to say we're moving slow or anything, especially since she's not been all that shy about touching certain pieces of my body as long as it's with a layer of clothing in between. But that's torture, man, especially if there's no real private time lately for me to stop a certain body part from turning blue. Man, why am I dancing around it? I have fucking blue balls. Bad. And I'm picking up her sweater and I get that beautiful waft of Maka-scent, somewhere between plum and jasmine blossoms, and I can't really control myself anymore. But I'm alone, it's OK, this is natural. I've got eyes closed, last night's makeout session on my mind, her sweater in my left hand, and my right hand down my boxers. This will be a great start to my two hours and it'll be quick.
A month without this and my sensitivity's way up, especially since I don't have some emotionless porn for this but the thought of the girl that I… oh boy. At this point I know it's almost over, saving that hand over her boob thought for the last minute, and I'm pulling my dick out of my boxers and letting go of her sweater to use that hand to grab a tissue right before. But, see, I have to open my eyes to locate said tissue and that's when I see the Maka Albarn (not my fantasy), her face red as a tomato, standing in my doorway, hand to her mouth. I definitely didn't hear her over the jazz and probably partially because I was in my own little world with dick in hand, but there she was. I practically climbed up the headboard, grabbing the closest thing, which so wonderfully had to be her sweater, to cover myself in the process.
"Oh, shit, Maka!" And she's just staring. I'm covered, but I don't feel covered, and my dick just won't stop throbbing like it doesn't know now's not a good time. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be home and I was alone and…" Words are spewing from my mouth and I'm not making much sense at this point and nothing I say seems to not sound creepy, especially with the obvious evidence that I was jerking off to her. But she's my girlfriend so… nope, probably still weird for her since this is probably the first time she's seen… (or maybe not, maybe that guy got that honor) and that last thought sends me instantly spiraling, and my dick finally starts to agree that maybe now isn't the time.
Maka let her eyes wander elsewhere but her legs moved her forward until she's actually climbing onto the bed next to me. I honestly don't know what to do and she pulls on the sweater! It's not like I can have a tug of war with her right now and I just have to give it up. I can't even look at her or it or the whole situation, especially since my body is interpreting this all on its own and just on the verge of bursting all over again, all jealousy and anxiety aside. "What do I do?" and it's not some small voice, but I can still hear the anxiety in Maka's tone.
"You don't have to, we don't-"
"I know. But, you… want to?"
"Yes," and I try not to make that sound too fucking excited.
"We're not having sex!" Her face flares up red.
I could give her the rule of semantics, since technically if she's going to do what I think she's going to do that's oral sex, so yes, we will be in a way, but I know better than that. "No, I know. I'm only up for what you're ready for."
"So… what do I do?" It's like she's ready for meister training, and I can almost see a calculation in her eyes that is actually kind of turning me on.
"Kiss me first," I try my best to put on the cool voice, heaven forbid my voice crack in the middle of this. Maka does, moving her hand down my chest, fingers playing at my waistline, which is a beautiful kind of agony. I have to break away from her kiss, "You could use your hand or… or your mouth."
"It sounds like the second option is what you want."
If Maka is reading me, that's fine, because her answers are right as usual. "Only if you want to, Maka." To be honest, I don't even know how long I can keep this up, feeling like I was on the edge with her kissing me alone. "While you're doing that can I…" Oh, fuck, am I trying to ruin this? Asking for more? "Can I put my hand in your shirt?"
"How?"
I hook a finger in the top of her tank top. "Like this." I turned my palm to her chest, my fingers just barely slipping under the cloth. "Then, under your bra."
"Oh." I didn't think Maka's face could go brighter, and she took an aching moment to turn it over in her mind. "Alright, Soul."
"Tell me if you want me to stop."
"Yeah," she locked eyes with me, a smile starting to clear away some of the embarrassment from her face. With the contract signed and dated, Maka leaned over, letting my hand slip the rest of the way into her shirt, under her bra. I mean, I really wanted to touch her boob, but honestly, a part of me wanted to make sure she was feeling something, too, like all of this wasn't just about me getting my rocks off.
But, oh, shit, when her lips pass over my tip I'm just grounded into the backboard and I can't stop the groan from my own mouth as she just keeps going. I try not to let my hips jut, just let Maka pick her own rhythm but it's hard not to buck at this new feeling, the best feeling. I almost forget about my hand in her shirt, but I squeeze, my thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden. I move my thumb again, this time pinching it between my forefinger. Maka moans as she's moving back down my shaft and I don't even have the second to warn her because that reverberation, that fucking moan, tips me right over the edge. I choke out my own cry and it feels like my whole body shared in that one.
It's the panic on her face that wakes me up from my temporary bliss. "The bathroom. Spit it in the sink."
Maka bounces off, cupping at her mouth and disappearing into the bathroom. I know in all the pornos they swallow it happily, but honestly, how good can that shit actually taste? I hear her spit and rinse and she pauses, the water still running. I grab the tissue, wiping away some of the residues before slipping my boxers back in the right place. "Maka?"
She shuts off the water and comes back in, slower this time. I don't even let her get a word in before I pull her to me, giving her one of those thousand percent kisses. "That was… amazing," I breathe across her lips, giving them another quick peck. "Will you let me… I want to do the same for you, Maka."
I'm starting to wonder if that blush is permanent since she can't seem to cool the color from her face. "I don't… I'm not sure I want you to see."
"To see?" I lean back a little, looking in her eyes. "You think mine was pretty? I don't really care what it looks like."
"I'm not sure I could take being… you know, naked."
Taking one look at Maka you can see, even with clothes on, she doesn't really have much to worry about in the body department, but OK. She's got a hangup we have to work through and if she's nervous about it she probably couldn't even cum if she wanted to while naked, so there has to be another way, right? And can I even make her cum? I'm a simple man, with simple motions to get there, but what about her? Did she even know what she liked? Oh, man, oh, man. It looks like she's panicking and I'm falling right down the rabbit hole with her.
But that amazing moan comes back to me. "Ok, not naked. Sit between my legs, put your back on my chest."
"Soul…"
"If you don't like it, you don't want it, tell me to stop, but I at least want to give it a try. I can't be selfish like that." She did like I asked, fully clothed. I moved her hair to one side, exposing her neck. "Ok, I swear, Maka, that I'm only going to look at your neck."
"My neck?"
"Yeah, just your neck," I grinned, pressing my lips into the skin of her neck. She almost giggled, trying to make it more like a laugh, but still falling on the cute side. She relaxed into me with another well-placed kiss closer towards her shoulder. "I'm going to use both hands, one up, one down." I could feel Maka hold her breath as my left slips under her shirt and my right disappears in her waistband. It is a tight fit on both, but I have enough range of motion for what I want. I go back to the routine from before, using my thumb and forefinger to toy with her nipple. I know I used to tease her when we were younger, but she got to a C cup by graduation and now with it in my hand, it's exactly the size I want.
I don't want to be too busy with both hands, overload her, or scare her, so I slow into just a hold, feeling the weight of her breast in my hand. As I take a break with one, my right moves down, reaching for the split of her lips. I press softly on the fold, my fingers slipping into the slick crease. Maka gasps, and I'm motionless, not sure what that sound is. Her back arches into me, "Don't stop."
There's no killing the smile I have now and I push my fingers a little deeper, gliding two inside of her. Maka's hips buck and I caress her nipple again, hearing her bite back another moan. I give my fingers a few slow pumps, letting Maka control the slide with her hips. I made myself a liar and I'm looking at her face, she's flushed and breathing hard, her eyes shut tight. I guess she can sense me looking at her and opens her eyes, finding mine. She starts to smile and holy shit is it the cutest thing and she even slips herself towards the left, letting my hand slide from her breast to brace her, just so she can tilt her lips to meet mine. If she didn't have me already that little maneuver right there would have done it.
She's got me confident as hell as I slide my fingers over her clit. I can hear her fingers clamp into the sheet and every part of me wants to make her moan again. I start the slow circles with my fingers, only a little pressure to start, feeling her breath catch. Our lips part and I press my fingers just a little more firmly, still circling. "Is this OK?"
"Yes," Maka smiled again, pecking at my lips.
A little more pressure and I speed up the circles. Her legs are trembling and she starting to rock her hips and I'm almost afraid I'll lose my rhythm when it starts, that beautiful sound gurgling up from her throat. "Yeah," I'm half congratulating myself and half encouraging her. She's gasping and it comes out as a half cry, half sigh, reverberating in my chest as she clung to me, her hips slowly stopping. I removed my slick fingers and without really thinking brought them to my lips, tasting her. OK, fucking weirdo, what are you doing but why can't you stop it and damn, I just want to eat her up. "Was that OK?"
"Yes," she says a little more emphatically, her hands seeming to search every inch of her body.
"Maka…" I steal another kiss from her lips, tasting the satisfaction in the smile on her face. "I really hope this was what you wanted. I don't want for it to… get weird, or anything, I just… I want you to feel good." Ugh, that sounded stupid, so lame, completely uncool, but at least the truth.
She seems to be coming out of a haze, her eyes finally focusing on mine. "I didn't know this was what I wanted, but I don't regret it, Soul. Don't worry."
"Yeah, OK, good." Come on, buddy, play it cool. Say another stupid word instead of creating full sentences. "So, we're OK?"
"Better than OK."