Hey guys. I'm sorry for not updating for so long. I'm not gonna bore y'all with the details of what's been going on in my life this time. I just hope you guys enjoy the story. I know I've said it before, but I'll try to update again soon. But for now, here you go.

We reached our home within a few minutes. I was trying my best to contain my excitement about Maka returning home. Apparently my efforts didn't work because I noticed Maka squint her eyes at me once we stepped through the door. "Soul, what's with the weird grin?" Crap, I thought as I kicked my shoes off in their usual spot. "Uh, what grin," I asked, trying to play it cool with my back turned. She crossed her arms. "Don't play dumb. You're smiling for some reason, and it's weird." I turned to look at her. "Weird?" "Yes." "But I thought you liked when I smile?" I noticed her face redden slightly. "W-well I do, but-" She was interrupted by a small black shape flying into her face. "Maka!" exclaimed Blair, nuzzling her cheek. "I'm so glad you're okay. I just knew you'd be alright." Maka smiled softly. "Hey Blair. It was no biggie, really." Blair scoffed. "No biggie? You were poisoned!" She jumped out of her hands and looked at me. "How can she be so nonchalant about something like that," she asked. I merely shrugged. Blair shook her head and padded towards Maka's room. "Humans..."

I flopped down on the couch. "Sooo," I said, glancing at my meister, "what were you saying about my smile? Something along the lines of liking it, right?" I saw her cheeks become tinged with red again. "Shut up," she said while looking away. I took into account how cute she looked, even though she was still in her pajamas, which consisted of a slightly oversized T-shirt and shorts. With a smug smile, I grabbed the remote and leaned back, flicking through channels in the process. "So what's on the menu for tonight," I asked. Maka folded her arms. "You really expect me to cook after being in the infirmary for two days?" "Uh, yes?" She sighed heavily. "Fiiine. Do you have anything in mind?" For some reason, the urge to blurt out "Yeah, you" crossed my mind. I quickly dismissed it. What the hell was that? I licked my lips, hoping she wouldn't notice my sudden nervousness. "How about we just order pizza," I suggested quickly. She clapped her hands once. "Good idea! That way I won't have to cook against my will." She rolled her eyes with the last statement, took out her phone, and walked out the room to call the pizza place.

Sighing, I sat the remote down and ran my hands through my hair. What's with me? I swallowed thickly and tried to focus on the TV, which was currently playing a competitive cooking show. It didn't interest me in the slightest, but when I heard Maka re enter the room, I acted like I was into it. "The pizza will be here in 20 minutes," she announced, standing next to the couch. "Cool." She continued standing. "Um, Soul?" "Yeah?" A couple of seconds went by before she spoke again. "...Since when did the cooking channel interest you?" I shrugged. "I thought watching people's soufflés collapse would be cool." She giggled. "Well, it most certainly isn't. Especially for you." She sat down next to me and crossed her legs. "Soul, I want to do a mission tomorrow." "A mission? You just got over what happened to you from the last one." "So what? I'm okay now. Being stuck in that bed was boring." She grabbed my hand. "Please Soul?" I reluctantly gazed at her, knowing that if I did I'd be met with a pleading look. And that's exactly what she had on her face. Her emerald eyes were wide and glittery and she had a small pout that made me all too aware of how soft her lips looked. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. I bit my bottom lip. "Hey, Maka...?" "Yeah, Soul? What is i-" She didn't get to finish because a second later, my lips were against hers. I felt her stiffen for a moment before relaxing and leaning into it. Her hands found themselves on my face and mine went around her slender waist, pulling her on top of me. Wanting to taste more of her, I prodded the entrance of her mouth with my tongue. She granted me access and met my tongue with her own, kissing me with ferocity I never knew she had. I felt myself getting aroused. She started running her fingers through my hair. In return, my hand traveled up her shirt and cupped one of her nicely shaped breasts. I gently massaged it, which earned me a small moan from her. That turned me on more. She dug her nails into my scalp, which gave me goosebumps. I firmly grasped her hips to where she was sitting directly on my now very aware hard-on. I heard her gasp at the sudden pressure against her sacred area. But she didn't object. Instead, she began to move her hips against mine, earning her a quiet groan from me. I grabbed her wonderfully toned butt and gave it squeeze, encouraging her to continue. I moved my lips to her cheek, planting soft kisses down to her neck. I mildly bit down, causing her to grab a handful of my hair while she continued to grind her hips on me.

All of a sudden the doorbell rang, causing both me and Maka to spring up from the couch in an instant. We were breathing heavily, scared utterly shitless. "Who the hell is that," I asked, slightly irritated from being interrupted. Maka shrugged, her cheeks rosy and legs a little wobbly. "B-beats me." She walked over to the door and glanced out of the peephole. "It's the d-damn pizza guy." She started fixing her clothes. I crossed my arms and sat back down. "He's not getting a tip from me," I grumbled. "Soul!" "Kidding. I'm kidding." I handed her my wallet. She opened the door and greeted the pizza guy before taking the pizza and paying him, and of course tipping him in the process. He kindly thanked her and left with a smile. She brought the pizza over and sat it on the coffee table before slowly taking a seat next to me. For a few seconds, there was nothing but the alluring scent of our food and awkward silence between us. "Um," she said quietly, "let's dig in, huh?" "Y-yeah." We both grabbed a slice and ate in silence for a few minutes. Are we just gonna ignore what happened between us, I thought. I sure as hell couldn't ignore the feeling of myself still being hard as a freakin' rock at that moment. I glanced at Maka out of the corner of my eye and saw that she was barely eating her pizza. She must've felt my eyes on her because I saw her swiftly dart her eyes towards me, then back at the TV. I wonder what she's thinking. Curious, I reached out to her soul, trying to read her emotions. I noticed her wavelength felt off, like it did before. It was weak and I couldn't get anything from it. It was weird, so I stopped. I remembered Stein saying it was a side effect, but I didn't like it at all.

Out of the blue, Maka stood up, having finally finished her first slice to my third one. "I-I think I'm gonna go to bed now. It's getting pretty late," she murmured softly. I shot her an odd look. "It's only 8:47. The hell?" She walked past me, head down. "I'm tired." "Oh..." "Goodnight, Soul." She paused like she was about to say more, but she didn't. "Goodnight, Maka." I watched as she went into her bedroom and quietly shut the door behind her. "Dammit," I muttered somberly. I put the rest of the pizza in the refrigerator, turned off the TV, and trudged to my room, where I flopped down onto my bed. Lying on my back, I put my hands behind my head and replayed in my mind what happened. Maka and I kissed. We kissed. WE. KISSED. I couldn't believe it, even though it was there, fresh on my mind. "What the hell?" I was painfully aware of my boner still pressing against the inside of my pants so I took them off along with my shirt, leaving only my boxers on. "This isn't cool at all," I griped as I glared at the tent in my boxers. I wasn't about to masturbate to make it go away. I was gonna make it go away with sheer willpower. I started trying to think of different unattractive things, like Lord Death in a skimpy bikini. Instead, the image changed to Maka in an even skimpier bikini. I wanted to scream. I put a pillow over my face. "I hate my life," I murmured into it. Maka probably hates me now. She probably thinks I was only gonna use her for sex when the truth is I wasn't. I'm so stupid. Why did I have to go and kiss her? ...She kissed me back, though. Ugh, that doesn't mean anything! It's all my fault. She probably doesn't even see me in that way. I'm so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid. She hates your goddamn guts, Soul Eater. I continued wallowing in self loathing for about an hour before finally falling into a restless sleep.