I realized it's been like an eternity since I gave you some **sexual content** in this fic so here you go. Hot and definitely fluffy, though a little short.

They were barely through the door, bags just thudding to the floor, when Soul scooped her up. Maka thought for sure she was about to fall back, her arms frantically wrapping around his neck as he somehow got her legs around his waist with tight grips on the back of her thighs. "You left the front door open," Maka giggled.

He begrudgingly took a few steps back and she reached over his shoulder to push it shut as his lips traveled on her neck. While his mouth seemed all too busy he still managed to grumble against her skin, "Tell me where we're going tomorrow."

"Somewhere," she answered promptly.

He bit into the tender spot above her collarbone, just enough to drain away her teasing. "I'll torture it out of you."

"Right," she laughed as she rolled her eyes but he was nipping again, making her legs clench around him. "Somewhere where I cannot show up with hickies on my neck."

"That so?" His lips were latching now on her skin and she could swear he was somehow doing it with a smirk.

Maka risked it, arching her back and throwing them both dangerously off balance, Soul falling to a squat to catch her awkwardly in his lap. "Drop me," Maka managed through more giggles. He did as he was told since the distance only left her with a little bounce.

Soul plopped down on his ass in front of her, glad she hadn't moved her legs so he could grab at her thighs again and pull her closer. "So?"

"So?" Maka echoed.

"Tell me where," he urged again as his fingers climbed up her legs and disappeared under her skirt. He was hooking his fingers in the band of her panties when her hands clapped over his.

"I do not want to be bare-ass on the floor!" But she was losing the battle and his hands had already managed to sneak out from under hers, bringing her panties with them. "Is this how you think you're going to torture it out of me?"

"I have some ideas," Soul shrugged as he got them to her knees before letting go, glad that Maka picked up the slack and pulled her legs to her chest to get them the rest of the way off.

Maka raised her eyebrows as she tossed her underwear aside. "Like being on the floor in the hallway?" That sentence was barely out of her mouth before he was fulfilling her request by laying back and pulling her the rest of the way into his lap. "Are your pants coming off, or…?"

"Not yet," that beautiful smirk was back and for a moment, Maka breathed a giant sigh of relief. Not only was she more than overjoyed that he was so eager to break the dry spell, but the idea that he was so very much settled back into being Soul, not a worried mess that could barely be considered a functioning facsimile. "Come here." His fingers were saturated with need as they dug into the tender skin just above the curve of her thigh, pulling her forward on her knees.

"Come where?" But he was leading her forward, forcing her to negotiate her knees over his shoulders as she lifted her skirt so he wasn't playing peek-a-boo in the fabric. "Soul, what-"

That grip was relentless and he nipped at her thigh as he murmured, "Come here," again in a beautiful baritone that left her quivering in his hands.

Maka gathered her skirt in one hand and let the other brace against the wall as she eased her hips lower, his mouth eagerly diving to work. A moan immediately hiccuped from her mouth as her fingers tensed into the wall with no extra purchase. Soul was in no way taking it easy on her either, latching instantly on her clit and giving it dedicated attention. There weren't any slow lapping or playful nips at her legs anymore, just Soul using his hands to press her tighter to his mouth.

She was sure she was smothering him, that he couldn't possibly be receiving enough air to stay conscious but the relentless sucking and twirling of his tongue proved her wrong again and again. Even the way his fingers flexed and relaxed into her ass was driving her crazy, especially as he paused to drum on her every time she released another aching groan into the air. She could even ignore the hardwood digging into her knees because that wave had her gripped tightly and it was pulling her under. A low, rattled moan started in her chest and he held her down firmly to his face, licking out every last bit of pleasure from between her legs.

Without much strength left Maka fell forward on her hands, letting her skirt billow to create a wall of fabric that obscured his face. Now he had enough air and he used it to laugh as he lifted up the divide. "That was fun."

"Fun?" Maka panted as she dropped her head to look at him, that sweet smirk curling his lips just right.

"And you weren't bare-ass on the floor," he finished with a full-of-himself nod. Soul used his free hand to pat her ass lovingly. "You liked that position."

"I'm still recovering," Maka murmured.

Soul hummed a happy affirmative before tapping at her skin again. "That's what I want to hear."

She offered him a short laugh before starting to inch forward. "Are you coming with me or staying here?"

"I'll follow you anywhere, Maka Albarn," he answered dreamily as he let her out of his grasp.

She got to her feet and instantly started on her shirt, pulling it out of being tucked and then tossing it off in the process of stepping over him. Soul just took in the view for another minute, enjoying as she started to shimmy out of her skirt. He was up in a flash, shirt not necessarily mattering much first since he was desperate just to be locked into her. His first focus fell to his pants and boxers, ripping them off in one swoop and then struggling to get off his shoes at the same time. He was fairly close to doomed, getting a good laugh out of Maka in the process, but managed to throw all of them aside without clattering to the floor himself.

Soul was not too proud to admit that he'd been thinking about this since the moment they'd left Spirit's general vicinity and had preemptively stashed a condom in his pant's pocket which he happily plucked and started to unwrap. He had it on in a flash and was just quick enough to grab her before she got to the bed. His arm was around her waist, hand already pressing into one of her breasts as he walked her to the desk. "Put your knee up," he grunted before tasting her neck again.

With his free hand, he spread her leg wider before toying at her opening with his head. The angle was interesting and he had to dip his knees slightly to enter her, not fussing with going slow since she was so perfectly slick from his previous attention. He steadied that hand at her hip, holding her in place as he played with the speed and intensity of his stroke, making no conceivable pattern. His other arm moved away from her breast, coming back to curve around her shoulder so he could cup under her chin, forcing her back against him.

With her that close, Soul couldn't help himself. "I'm going to marry you," he panted in between thrusts, trying to slow down so his thoughts had enough time, "and I'm going to take as much time as I can to just make you feel this good every day. Because that's what I want. That's what, oh fuck," he breathed through a wave, sure he was going to lose to it already but holding on, "I think that's what I was fucking made for, to make you happy, Maka."

"Keep talking," she groaned. "I think… I think I'm going to-"

"Oh, you fucking better," he growled against her ear and threw caution to the wind, thrusting harder as he clutched at her neck. "It's what you deserve for sticking with me, dealing with this, being the best fucking partner that I could ever ask for. Oh, shit." He was crumbling because he could feel her tensing around him, her voice not catching up with that second climax because it was almost too much for her.

It was definitely delayed, this one at least an octave higher as it undulated from her lips with his thrusts that were now hitting without restraint. "Oh, fuck, Maka, yeah," he murmured deliriously against her shoulder before pressing a groan there, his legs locking and trembling as all that built pressure exploded in stars. All he had left was panting, slipping out of her but still holding strong to her neck so he could just angle her lips close enough to get to his. "I love you," he emphasized each word separately before chuckling breathily.

"What the hell was that, Soul Evans?" she murmured through her own haze, letting him steal another kiss before she bowed her head forward. "I mean, I love you, too, but wow."

Soul let the laughing continue and he forgot the idea of a quick clean-up or Maka's getaway as he kept her pinned against the desk. "Missed you, that's all."

"Missed me since you've seen me all week?" She tried to push against him but found it was useless and instead let his hands do the traveling they wanted as she waited patiently to be freed.

"Haven't been able to do this all week," he corrected quickly. "And I know I've been, well, not exactly myself." Soul punctuated that with a kiss to her shoulder before giving her one more squeeze. "But this is it, Maka. This is you and me, married life, every day."

He gave her just enough space to turn around and Maka took it, savoring an easy, tender kiss from his lips. "If I'd have known that I would have said yes months ago."

Soul snorted one last laugh before detaching from her and starting the routine of cleaning, keeping half his attention on her as she flopped to the bed. "So where are we going?"

"That was your real motive," Maka flicked a finger in the air.

"Two orgasms should buy me at least one secret," he replied contently. He tossed the used condom and tissues in the trash before easing down next to her.

"I never read Catcher in the Rye in high school," she delivered a quick kiss to his lips. "That's your secret."

He slid a hand from her hip, over her breast, and back to her neck before pulling her lips back to his. Somehow, Soul still felt hungry for her, refusing to let her get away with just another peck. "Tell me," he urged again as he nipped at her bottom lip.

"Different places," she murmured back with a peaceful sigh. "Tomorrow we're going to see Wes and Lizzie."

"Wes and Lizzie?" He jutted his head back to blink at her. "Our extravagant vacation includes my brother?"

Maka nodded while she let a glowing smile start to creep across her features. "This was going to be stressful for both of us. I kind of thought that it would actually go about a million times worse than it did. So, really, I planned little day trips for you and me. Nothing huge because we're saving, remember," she chided before she brushed her lips to his again, "but enough that we're treating ourselves. And I think I'm pretty confident that one of your joys now is seeing your brother."

His breath stuttered a little as he sighed, shaking his head in wonder. "And since you're a mind-reader you guessed that I kind of wanted to unload this stuff about Mom with him, huh?"

Maka nodded confidently as she reached up and cleared the hair from his face. "Which means nothing special is planned besides going to their apartment for however long it takes you two to drink bourbon and figure it out."

Soul grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing kisses on the pads of her fingers. "I told you I love you, right?"

"I think I've heard you mention it once or twice," she grinned. "Just don't get mad at me that we're not off to some other country in the next couple of days."

"Nah," he rolled his shoulders easily before bringing soft, searching eyes back to hers. "Maybe for the wedding, you know? I'm not saying eloping but… maybe something special. You deserve something special."

Maka sighed sweetly before slipping her fingers from his lips to his cheek. "I have a lot that's special, Soul. The two of us, this," she let another warble of air leave her lips, "every part of this is."