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Chapter Seventeen: Frustrations and Good Vibrations

"What now?"

"I was hoping you'd tell me," she breathed, her eyes glistening over with something he found familiar. He had seen it a few times, that look, one of them being in the hot tub right before she had kissed him. He couldn't help but enjoy it, knowing that he enacted the same fire in her as she did in him. He stepped in closer, forcing her head to tilt back a bit further as she maintained eye contact, though her gaze seemed to stray from time to time, darting down just below his nose.

"Well, … after all that fighting," His hands moved of their own violation, landing smoothly at the small of her back to stop her from hitting the fold out couch and falling back onto it harshly. "I think it's about time for some making up." Using the position of his hands, he pulled her to him as he moved closer once more, forcing them to meet in the middle. She giggled, her cheeks a blossoming pink as her hands lifted to rest gracefully over his collarbones. It sent a chill down his back and through his arms, goosebumps prickling to surface as he sighed.

"I think I like the sound of that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Me, too." Soul found himself mesmerized, being pulled in like she had cast some sort of spell over him. He was just about to lean down to capture those lips she was biting on before she gave him a look he had never seen before. Lust? Sure, he had witnessed that a few times, but this look was on a level of pure seduction; it had him freezing in his spot. She began to trace circles on his shoulder absentmindedly and his breath caught in his throat, gulping when his mouth went dry. It was absurd the effects she had on him; her body was so small, but so perfect pressed up against his as it were. His hands gripped tighter at her waist, unable to take his eyes off of her.

"You still haven't kissed me, you know."

"Mmm," he hummed, his head tilting sideways as his hands moved up and down her back, his right sliding up in a way that forced a shiver to break out down her spine as it met to fondle her honey golden tresses. Her hair seemed to have gotten longer and was just as silky as he remembered it to be, her natural curls giving it a slight bounce whenever she moved.

"I've been waiting for it ever since you said you wanted to … and probably long before that." Soul didn't say anything, he merely lifted an eyebrow in acknowledgment as he slowly moved in closer. Teasingly, he laid his lips upon her forehead, holding the kiss for a moment before pulling back and smiling mischievously down at her upturnt pout. Ah, yet another thing he found himself so earnestly absorbed in: her many facial expressions.

"Was it everything you thought it'd be and more?" he joked, smirking wildly at the light igniting within her emerald stare.

"Oh, yes," she answered definitely. "So much, in fact, that I think I've had my fill." She took a step back from him coyly, his hands tightening at her back and forcing them flush against each other, his hold firm and exciting. A low gasp was ripped from her lungs as he did so, his grip on her waist particularly playful as it danced across her back and along her spine.

"Is that so? Perhaps you don't know what you're missing." Soul couldn't hold himself at bay any longer, not with the way she was looking at him. Before Maka could even offer a rebuttal, his hand found the nape of her neck to hold her steady as he plunged down to place his lips firmly over hers. He could feel her hands grip at the collarbone of his shirt as he nipped at her bottom lip before sucking on it lightly. He was seeing fireworks behind his half lidded eyes, unintentionally watching the way her eyes fluttered closed from the way he kissed her; the way her head fell back at the sensation of his thumb gliding its way down the side of her neck and back up behind her ear. She was magic, an enchantress, and he was under her spell.

The hand on her waist tightened further in an attempt to be rid of any space between them, his need for her gaining on his conscience. A moan escaped her lips and he could feel his pants tighten as she moved against him, lifting herself onto her tiptoes to deepen their joining. Helping her in keeping on her toes by wrapping an arm around her waist for support, he led her backwards towards the made up bed slowly, allowing her to fall back away from him as the back of her knees met the mattress. She bounced, her hair lying askew as she settled, staring up at him with her lips slightly parted and swollen along with the wetness from his nibbling. He looked down upon her beauty and he couldn't believe he had met such a woman. Her chest lifted and fell as she breathed and he found himself being pulled in as he loomed over her, his hands on either side of her head.

"Perhaps," he breathed, taking a moment more to admire her as she lay beneath him. An index finger fiddled with a wave in her hair that lay across her shoulder, twirling it as he mused. "I should show you."

"Is that a promise?" Absolute magic.

Soul's left knee found purchase between her legs as he laid down into her, pressing his aroused member against her leg. He could feel her heartbeat shaking the bed and it drove him wild with desire. He dipped his head down into the crevice of her neck and left a trail of kisses down her collarbone and about her chest. He heard her sigh in content, one of her hands reaching up to sweep her fingers over his wrist. He growled into her neck where he had returned to, the light touches she placed exciting him further. He nipped lightly at her skin, catching her by surprise before kissing over the abused flesh. Lifting his head, he kissed her deeply, fervently, with a want that Maka had never before experienced directed at her. Soul wanted her, not just physically, she could feel his passion for her in every touch he placed across her skin, in every kiss he so tenderly caressed her with. He was devouring and devoting and she felt loved.

As he shifted, his left hand went down to grasp at her thigh, slightly upset that it wasn't bare. Over the course of their few weeks together during the first storm, he had caught a few glimpses at her creamy, mile long legs, and they always seemed to have him drooling. He groaned when her leg moved against his growing manhood, finding her lips again and again in an attempt to sate his hunger for her. He felt his shirt loosen and pulled back to look down. Maka had somehow managed to undo the majority of his buttons, leaving only the bottom two left as it hung open to reveal his undershirt. Impressed, he met her gaze and decided that if she wanted him naked, he'd damn well better get naked. Sitting up, he made quick work of the last two buttons and tossed his shirt over his shoulder, followed quickly by the undershirt. She stared up at him, seemingly very pleased at the sight before her as she traced her hands down his torso. She had seen him only once before with his shirt off - when they had gone swimming - but she hadn't really gotten the chance to admire it then. Her fingers traced his muscles ever so delicately, sending shivers of want coursing through him. When she felt his body shake, she looked up, realization hitting her hard that she had just been openly gawking at his perfectly chiseled body and her face went red. Retracting her hand, she quickly redirected her gaze elsewhere as embarrassment began to overtake her arousal. Soul noticed the change immediately and leaned down to place his lips upon hers again, more gentle and loving than he had at first. He could sense that she was on edge; nervous, and wanted nothing but her comfort and pleasure. Though she kissed back, she was still stiff from blatantly having been immersed in his body.

"You're so beautiful," Soul whispered as he kissed up her jaw toward her ear. The sincerity in his voice shocked her and she felt herself melt as his hands worshiped her body. "You make me dizzy." So much love and care went into his every word, his every touch, and she finally relaxed against him once more, allowing herself to indulge in the wonder that was Sullivan Eaton Evans. Maka arched up into him as he nibbled on a certain area of her neck, a moan that had Soul's eyes widening dancing off of her tongue. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her right leg bending as it came up, and he was absolutely done for. Growling down into her collarbone, he began to slowly grind himself into her thigh.

"Soul," she breathed, eyes screwing shut at the feel of his leg moving against her womanhood.

"I want you," he admitted, his eyes coming up to meet hers with fire. "If you aren't ready; if this is happening too soon, stop me now … before I get too carried away." She could see the haze in his eyes even through the fog of her own desire and want; the idea of stopping almost painful as she absorbed his breathless words. Without allowing a moment more, she lifted from the plush pillows to plant a simple kiss against his lips, her meaning clear to Soul as he followed her back down to the mattress. She wanted this just as much as he did and who was he to turn her away again? Maka was surely of sounder mind now, as alcohol was not apart of the equation this time around, and she had blatantly expressed her desire for his lips on hers.

Soul, now allowing what little control he had left to slip away, shifted to his knees to hover over her, his hands gliding down her sides to the waistband of her pants. He wanted to worship those long, creamy legs he had been ogling since day one. Ever so slowly, tantalizingly, he undid the tie of her sweatpants, fisting the fabric to tighten it around her waist as he lifted her slightly from the bed. He took a deep breath as he urged himself to take his time, but the sound of her breath catching because of his grip at her waist almost had him losing his mind. He found himself lowering until his face was just over her navel, intent on showering her abdomen with wet pecks. His subtle nibbling had her squirming under him as her hands found his shoulder and scalp to scratch and squeeze with as much restraint as she could manage, encouraging him as he continued to get more and more aggressive with her skin. He took his time in peeling the fabric of her thick sweats from her legs, having to sit back as he finally removed them from her feet. He had to calm the racing of his heart as he stared down at her now bare legs that peaked out from the bottom of her massive hoodie, goosebumps appearing from the lack of heat. Unable to resist, his large palms spread over the top of her thighs before squeezing and slowly dragging his grip down her mile long appendages. She gasped and then sighed as her back arched just the tiniest bit, her head falling back into the pillows with her eyes closed. Again, her reaction made him lose himself further and further, driving him mad at an excruciating pace. He groaned as she shifted, her embarrassment coming back to taint her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip.

She was watching him intently as he fondled her thighs, his eyes a glowing maroon. Her breath was shaky as his firm rub swept, his thumbs sliding under the fabric of the bottom of her underwear. She gulped as he began massaging small circles into her hips, his head dipping down to plant faint kisses just at the top of the fabric, teasing her. He smirked into her skin, intent on moving even lower before a click at his door had him halting all movement.

"Did you hear that?" she whispered, sitting up slowly.

"I did." He sighed, his annoyance evident as he stood, grabbing and tossing her pants to her before putting his shirt on. The doorknob began to jiggle incessantly, a light knocking making it even more vexing. "Go sit across from the desk," he whispered toward her, the thought of being caught in the act of nearly having sex with an employee in the forefront of his mind. There were no rules against office romance, but there were against sexual actions on the premises. He waited for a brief moment as she did as she was told, even going as far as to grab a few of the documents lying on his desk in hopes of looking any less conspicuous. Soul made his way to the door to unlock it until he heard the voice of one he most dreaded.

"Sullivan! I know you're in there, you vampire! Open the damn door!"

"... Is that Mr. Lawson?" Soul sighed, his head dropping backward as he rubbed the back of his neck. He really wasn't in the mood for this right now. He wanted something entirely different, but that wasn't going to happen for a while, not anymore. Now that he's come to his senses, they had been moving too fast. They weren't even in a relationship at the moment, though it would seem their feelings were mutual, Soul will no longer allow for any hanky-panky until they've resolved everything that requires their attention. In the long run, as much as he may loathe and despise it, Justin coming to irritate the snot out of him at that very moment was probably a good thing for him and Maka. Still, … he couldn't stand the man; he always seemed to know the perfect time to come and ruin everything.

"You've got to be kidding me." Swinging the door open before Justin could continue his obnoxious pounding, he was met with the most aggravating smirk he'd ever been acquainted with in his life - yes, even that of his older brother, Wes. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Justin? I hope you're aware that it is a bit too early for this disturbance."

"Oh, please. I know you're working and I just came by to … give you, uh, a bit of a distraction, but …" Justin's gaze moved from Soul to his desk and back again, his smirk dropping a touch. "But it seems as though you've already found yourself one," he says in a hushed tone as they both look back toward Maka who is reading through the document in her hands.

"Not quite. Miss Albarn is helping me fix some of your mistakes."

"I'm hurt, Sullivan. You should have spoken to me if I had made any mistakes."

"You should've known if there were any to begin with, seeing as you're in charge of this specific transaction and should be supervising every step."

"Alright, alright. What happened this time?"

"Not so surprisingly, an order the size of your ego," Maka called, knowing full well that Mr. Lawson wouldn't be able to hear her due to the music blaring from his earbuds. The man could read lips, not minds, and being turned away from him, only Soul caught what she had said. Justin stared in shock at his boss' sudden outburst of laughter, Soul's face overtaken with a smile he'd never seen on him before.

"Okay … very funny, Miss Albarn. What'd you say?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she hummed, still facing away from him. Soul continued to chuckle as he strode over to his desk, shaking his head the whole way back.

"You're brilliant."

"So I've been told," she smirked up at him, eyes swirling with amusement.

"You're both acting like children."

"If you want to be included, why don't you take those ridiculous earphones out and participate in an actual conversation?" This time, she had turned toward him so that he could read her lips, surprising both of the men in the room. Justin blinked, eyes wide in obvious astonishment. He had only spoken to Maka once or twice, but she had never seemed to be so hostile before. Could it be because she was stuck here working overtime?

"My, my, Miss Albarn. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were taking your frustrations out on me." The implication had Maka turning from him to hide the blush that was now cast over her face. He was right, of course; Justin had disrupted a very intimate situation, whether he knew it or not. She knew what she had said was childish, but truth be told, the fact that he couldn't be bothered to even listen to anyone made her feel uncomfortable. She would have never dared speak to a superior in such an unrefined manor, but in her current state of … distress, she found herself acting impulsively and recklessly.

Sighing in an attempt to calm her irritation, she stood to turn toward him once more before glancing over at Soul who was watching her carefully. He usually would have stepped in by this point if it had been any other employees, during regular working hours, but this was different. He could feel the slight animosity that she held towards Justin and was curious to know why. He remembered her mentioning him in passing during her stay at his apartment, and from the statement she had made, she didn't much care for him then either, but he was unable to question her further back then or he would've given himself away as the owner of her company.

"I apologize, Mr. Lawson. I don't know what came over me, but whatever it was is no excuse for my behavior."

"Water under the bridge," he stated, his obnoxious smirk making her want to cross the room to slap it right off of his smug face. Either he was just oblivious to social etiquette or he was truly a rather prideful and distasteful individual. "You both must just be tired, working into the early morning. Perhaps you should both get some rest."

"Are you implying that we are both cranky due to lack of sleep?" Soul finally spoke up, crossing his arms in his displeasure.

"I can only assume, Sullivan. It is nearly six in the morning and I know how you love to work the whole night through. Might want to at least try getting some shut eye." His overly confident attitude was another thing that Maka couldn't get past. Just the way he carried himself, the way he talked, like he was better than everyone else, it was so damn annoying.

"You should know better than anyone not to assume things, Justin." That simple statement seemed to shut him up right away, to Maka's pleasure and surprise."Now get out of my office so I can fix your mistake once again." She wasn't going to lie, it was hot seeing Soul as the big boss man. Witnessing him take charge like that had her lower abdomen igniting with that fire that had previously been replaced with a simmering rage.

"Am I to assume miss Albarn will be staying with you?"

"Until we finish this mess. I plan on taking Asuza's pull-out when we're finished."

"Keeping it as professional as always I see, Mr. Evans."

"Mr. Evans is my father, now get out before I fire you." And out he went, leaving them to sit with the high tension as Justin walked leisurely down the hall, humming all the while, until he got to the stairwell to head down to his floor. There was something off about him, Maka couldn't put her finger on it, but something just never sat well when he was around. "Well, … wasn't that a fucking treat." Soul sighed as he sat down at his desk, head falling back as his eyes closed. He let the quiet consume them until he heard his office door shut and lock. Looking over, he found Maka staring over at him from the door, her hands behind her back.

"He was right," she began, slowly making her way over to him.

"About?"

"Taking my … frustrations out on him." The closer she got, the hotter he felt, gulping as she rounded his desk. He turned his chair toward her in a seemingly comfortable and confident manor; though his eyes never left hers, his insides were twisting in anticipation. He swallowed again as she stopped in front of him, a coy smile gracing her features.

"Oh?" It came out deep, making her nether regions tense as the one word reverberated through her; she had to hold back from allowing the chills to overtake her as his currant stare looked her up and down to admire her body. "Did it help at all?"

"Not in the slightest." He stood then, stepping into her space as he smirked down at her with fire in his eyes.

"Would you like to take them out on me then?" The prospect delighted her, igniting another fire in the pit of her stomach as their breath mingled between them. The static in the air had the hair on the backs of their necks raising in anticipation, making it exceedingly more difficult for Soul not to reach out and press his hands into her sides. He could feel himself shiver at the thought of skin on skin contact again as he dug his fingers into her waist. Maka let out a shaky breath as she stepped back, her hand pinching the fabric at the bottom of his shirt to pull him along with her towards the couch-bed.

"If you think you can take it."

"I'll do my best." He abided to her silent request to follow her, keeping his hands to himself all the while as they took small, slow steps towards his couch. Their eyes refused to bid farewell as they maintained eye contact

After having made their way back to his bed, kissing feverishly upon their descent, Soul finally allowed his hands to smooth over the skin of her stomach as they slithered under her hoodie. His veins protruded along his arms, his heart beating almost dangerously at the adrenaline. Pausing, he realized that he was merely following his desire. Wasn't it he who earlier resolved to straightening everything out prior to such activities? He didn't want to go into this without telling Maka absolutely everything; if they were to be serious, she had every right to know … even if it inevitably ended any and all relationship with her.

Before he could think on it much longer, Maka was grabbing at his neck to guide him to her lips, forcing his mind to run a blank. All of his senses focused on her and what her mouth was doing, what her tongue was doing - and don't even get him started on the rest of her. The way she moved, the sounds she made … he was losing himself in her and no matter how he tried, he couldn't find his way back.

"Soul," she breathed as he dived to ravish her neck, her nails dragging lightly over his shoulders as her body shook from her arousal.

"Yes?" His response came as nothing more than a whisper, the air spreading ghostly over her dampened skin. She squirmed underneath him at the feel and arched slightly off of the bed, making her breasts greet his burning chest briefly, though it most certainly did not go unnoticed.

"I want you," she moaned, her body pleading with his to lift her high and over the edge. Quickly, he stripped her of her sweats, leaving her in just a simple, black bralette and matching black underwear, and laid her down to resume their previous activities before they had been so rudely interrupted. They were trying to be quiet, seeing as Justin was only a few floors down and could very well decide to come back and disturb them once more, as was habitual for him.

Soul left a trail of wet kisses and nips in his wake as he made his way down her body to the soaked junction between her glorious legs.

"Soul, Soul … AH!" The whole 'being quiet' thing was working only moderately, as Soul prided himself in the noises she was making and wasn't willing to keep himself from pleasing her fully for any reason, even if they did get caught. The hum that rumbled from the depths of his broad chest, meant as nothing more than an acknowledgment of her call, had vibrated at her lower stomach a bit more than was expected as he planted yet another firm kiss against her sensitive skin, only exciting her further. He hadn't anticipated the moan that flew from her mouth, nor the hand that gripped tightly at his left shoulder as she rose slightly from the bed, and he just couldn't stop himself. As much as he had been attempting to keep at a slow pace, Soul found himself planting his hot, salivating mouth over her covered womanhood, sucking through the fabric greedily as both of Maka's hands shot to his hair. He couldn't even register the slight sting as she yanked at his mane, her lustful singing and writhing all he could focus on.

He begrudgingly pulled away, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs firmly as Maka forcefully guided him from between her legs. He looked up to find her panting as she looked down at him and her blushing cheeks, lust crazed eyes, and moist, swollen lips had him groaning with want. He couldn't help but drag his tongue to lap up the remnants of her juices as she watched, making her visibly shiver at the sight. He purposely released some air from his nose directly over her folds to make her squirm. Knowing she wanted more, but not allowing him to plunge back in, he settled for teasing her, his hands sliding up her flesh to squeeze at the apex of her delicious womanhood. He'd never enjoyed eating someone out so much before, neither had he liked the taste. She didn't much taste or smell much of anything, which made her sweet to his heightened senses.

"You don't have to do that, Soul. I don't mind if-"

"I want to. Call it a kink." Without allowing her a moment to cool down or protest further, he plunged right back in, burying his face in her dripping folds. She bucked against him as his tongue danced to the side, his left hand pushing her soaked underwear out of his way too allow himself full access. She wasn't completely bare like he would have preferred - simply because it would have given him full access and was so much easier to pleasure her - but she was well trimmed and clean. Not that it would have much mattered to him, anyway; all he wanted was to bring her to the edge and tease her a bit before entering her. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed this fully. He lifted and spread her legs further as he laid comfortably between them, shameless as he spread her folds to admire pink, swollen flesh. He smirked up at her before dipping his head down to languidly drag his tongue from her entrance to that rewarding bundle of nerves that had her shaking under his touch.

"Oh, god, Soul. Mmnn." She wasn't currently being loud by any means, her moans coming out soft but supple as they reverberated in his ears, but his name flying off of her tongue as it was had him feeling the tightness in his nether region even more prominently. What really had his heart throbbing was the way she was squirming under him, her hips moving in this hypnotizing rhythm; it was undeniably maddening, almost to the point of having to hold back his body from morphing. His eyes shot open, wrenching himself back as his hands went to grip at the blankets to either side of her hips as he fought himself. Shit, why did this have to happen now? Of all the times it could have happened, this was it? First Justin and now something so dangerous that had his body shifting in self-defense? Come on. It was like the universe was completely against anything physical happening between them. Good, Lord…

Maka peeked up at him because of his lack of movement to find that his eyes were glowing; not like they had before where it had just been her captivation, but actually projecting light as though he had light bulbs behind his pupils. She was scared at first, but she soon realized that he seemed to be in pain as he gritted his teeth and heaved, fighting for breath.

"S-Soul?" As she went to touch an arm, she found it to not be lean and muscular, but like metal and her eyes widened as her gaze shifted. His fingers were blades, cutting into the mattress; his arms turning to steal. She would have never guessed that he was a weapon, though just from looks alone, she should have. Her heart ached for him as he seemed to be holding it in, not wanting to let it take over. Weapons only shifted like this when there was a threat nearby, which meant that she would need to step up … for the first time in a long time. She couldn't sense anything, but it could just be because of the lustful haze that she was struggling to overcome. First, she needed to calm him down and persuade him to allow it - he likely just didn't want to be seen as a weapon in front of people.

"Gaahhhh! G-Get bac-urg." Her worry overtook her fear as she clasped his hand roughly, almost slicing herself in the process.

"Soul, it's okay. Just let it happen."

"No, … I can't let you see me like this."

"I'll take care of you, I promise. Please, you'll hurt yourself." She reached up with her free hand to begin stroking his head; his hair now stiff and shining like silver. Maka continued to whisper reassuring things as she moved to kneel in front of him, pressing her forehead against his. He held back for a few moments more before meeting her gaze, seeing her distress over his anguish, and allowed himself to relax as his body became that of a scythe. He landed perfectly in her awaiting hand and she stared in awe as he gleamed in the low light. He was magnificently beautiful, strong and light in her grasp; the perfect weapon for her. For a moment, she began to dwell on the fact that she had spent two weeks and some change with him - alone - and yet she had never noticed. Was this why she had been so drawn to him from the very beginning? She felt irked, only briefly, but weapons had to be extremely strong to hide their soul from the eyes of a master meister like herself, which meant that either his soul was too small or he was a death scythe.

"Are … are you a meister?" he asked, taking notice of how she handled him; how calm she was in their current situation. Weapons weren't legally allowed to shift anymore unless they had the proper license for it - thanks to some bloodthirsty rogues about ten or so years ago - and decent meisters were extremely rare. To say that he was surprised would be a joke.

She smiled down at him, soft and full of pain, and nodded. "Yes … but since it's not considered a profession now, I'm out of practice... Do you know why you began to shift? I'm not picking up on anything." The look on her face had him yearning to ask more, but he held back, saving it for a more appropriate time. It made him realize that he really didn't know all that much about her and he instantly felt bad for every sexual advance that he had made toward her based on some superficial liking. He truly believed that he felt for Maka like he had never felt for anyone, but … did that give him an excuse for pursuing her body so quickly? Even if this weren't the time to be considering all of these things, he couldn't stop himself from feeling guilty as well as wanting to put forth the effort to know and understand her better than anyone else ever could. Now that he knew she was a meister and she knew he was a scythe, things could very possibly get awkward between them again, and he dreaded the thought. He wouldn't have normally been forced into becoming a weapon because weapons don't habitually fight solo, but because Maka was here, his body reacted. And this … this wasn't the way he had wanted her to find out, just like he hadn't wanted her to find out that he was her boss the way that she did.

Forcing himself away from those thoughts for now, he focused all of his attention on any threats that might have triggered such a drastic shift. "It has something to do with the storm. I knew these tempests were unusual … someone must be creating them on purpose." Maka set him down carefully on the bed and went to put on her clothes before turning to glance at him over her shoulder.

"Then … shall we go take a look?"

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