This fic contains implying sexual content.

Woke up in the wrong bed

She slipped on her underwear and pulled them up her mile long legs. Her clothes were scattered wildly around the room. Her dark blue dress hung sloppily on a shelf, purse recklessly discarded on the floor and her leather jacket probably in the hallway. She didn't know. In the heat of the moment, she didn't care.

She kneeled down on the floor and picked up her discarded silver necklace Liz thought would be a good idea to wear for her special friend.

It was.

She moved her hair away and put on her necklace. The multiple cool chains rested on her collarbones.

A sigh filled the room and Maka turned around to find red eyes resting on her, arms cockily wrapped behind his head. "Morning."

"You know, you are supposed to be asleep." She headed over to the shelf and pulled her dress down.

"Bah. That's just for one-night stands."

"And just because we're friends with benefits we're different?" The cool silk of her dress brushed her legs as she pulled it up her body.

The springs in his bed shrieked familiarly and bare footsteps slapped against the wooden floor. She pushed her arms through the sleeves of her dress and a moment later Soul zipped the dress.

She had known Soul for about… three months. They met at a bar, sparks flew and they hit it, but they never quit it. They grew to become special friends. They could watch a movie at one moment, to sexing it up on his carpet or sharing a Chinese meal, to ending it with her bend over the table and him slamming into her.

She spun around on her feet, but he wasn't there. Soul went passed her and picked up the purse on the floor. A smile played on her lips as she admired his well sculptured back and behind. He headed over to her and his back familiarly slouched. "You're going to a competition, right?"

He handed her the purse and she nodded eagerly. "Yup. It's in a couple of hours."

"Cool. Once it's over, you could come over here and we could celebrate your victory." He smirked cockily at her as her nails dug into the deep blue velvet of her purse.

She bit her lower lip at the hidden promise and the leftover heat flamed in her lower belly. "And what if I lose?"

"If you do, I think I can offer a consolation price."

"Awesome." Her fingertips feathered over his naked perfectly trained chest. His body… irresistible. "I will see you tonight." She spun on her heel and left his apartment.

After a long cold shower, she got dressed and headed toward her art competition she'd worked for months to attend. She'd put her heart and passion into every sculpture for the competition. She'd put a lot of money she didn't really have and time into her art in hope of winning a half million dollars. If she won, it would change her life forever. No more food stamps, no more struggling with the bills, and no more friends having to pay for her to join in on activities.

She arrived at the large museum where the competition would take place, her things were already there and set up just like they were when she left it. People pooled into the halls to witness the amazing art of the competitors and she knew, the judges would soon arrive. The great Evans family. The ones who knew art and potential when they saw it.

She swallowed loudly as art enthusiastic people engaged in conversations about her fine sculptures of various abstract modern takes on society problems. Although it was comforting to talk about her art and gain incredible compliments, they weren't the judges and she knew, when they arrived, her tongue would be tied and nerves would clog up her throat.

When her eyes set on the infamous Wesley Evans, her sweat production peaked and her hands balled. Good first impression. Smile a lot. But not too much. Balance. She could do it.

She plastered on a huge smile and as casually as she could, she wiped her hand on her jeans. "Hi!" She greeted when Wesley arrived at her table, hand outstretched. "I'm Maka Albarn."

He accepted her hand with a firm grip. "Nice to meet you Maka." Their hands separated. "This is my younger brother Solomon Evans." He gestured toward the side and her eyes settled on too familiar red eyes.

Their eyes widened and they stared at each other. Soul?! Soul Eater was Solomon Evans?! He was― she had― she nailed the judge!

Oh no.

No! No! No!

Would she be disqualified?

"Um." He stuttered and stretched out his hand. "It's a… pleasure to meet you… Maka Albarn."

Captiously she grabbed his familiar large hand and shook it. He gave her hand a squeeze of comfort and his eyes stared dead into her eyes.

"It's alright."