This chapter contains mature content and nudity.

The first thing Maka did once she made it home was head straight to her room to get some clothes for a shower. She passed by Soul's bedroom door and noticed it was slightly ajar. The sound of metal clanking together loudly seemed to catch her attention more than anything. Silently, she peeked through the bedroom door at Soul. The large dragon tattoo on his back was facing her as he ripped weights up with his arms.

Her eyes widened, he had very large triceps. Her face turned an odd shade of red and she leaned against the door frame. She held her towel and clothes on her hip as she continued shamelessly watching.

His shoulders were.. holy shit.

Perverse images flooded her mind that involved her, Soul, and a very loud thunder storm. She watched him grab a towel and fling it over his shoulder, though she hadn't expect him to turn around. But he did and she found herself staring at his chest and stomach when she probably should've been apologizing for intruding. Soul hadn't said anything, he only gave her a puzzled looked at first. Then he had seen her biting her bottom lip. What was she... oh.

"You wanna come in and workout?" He asked, only it came out as more of a whisper. For the first time in all of five minutes Maka looked up at his face. She didn't have an answer for him, only a faint blush evident on her cheeks. "Maka.." She swallowed hard and took a step into the room. Soul nodded and smiled before walking over and closing the bedroom door. "Go ahead, I don't mind. Start small though, so you don't hurt yourself."

Maka cleared her throat and looked around at his odd, yet vast, weight collection. There weren't exactly any small ones. "Small..?" She placed her handfull of laundry on the floor beside her.

"Well.. I don't have five pounders but I can find you something.." He picked up what looked like smallest weight in the room and handed it to her. She grabbed it and nearly dropped it, "You lift this?"

"Well..not this one.." Maka looked around the room at much larger weights, "Those?...You lift those?" He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. She placed the weight on the floor at her feet and looked up at him. "Wow.." She picked her laundry back up as if to make herself leave abruptly, but she couldn't.

"..What?"

"You're..not.. you.." She struggled to find the worst that best described the progress of her best friend. She had thought about it before but it was as if everything had been confirmed now. He was not a little boy anymore. Physically, mentally, and maybe even spiritually. Who was she looking at?

"Maka..? You alright?" He felt of her head gently. "You went for a run didn't you.. did something happen?"

"I'm ..fine.." Why did he look so good to her right now though? She noticed his obvious appearance change when he first arrived but for some reason she was pulled to him now. She wanted him badly. But why? Why did she want to shove him down on the bed and do disturbing things to him? Why was the urge so strong now? She raked her brain for answers as Soul stared at her, clearly concerned. "Maka..?"

Images of him laying beside her in that hospital bed flashed through her mind, along with thoughts of how she wanted to wake up like that every morning. Minus the hospital of course..

Suddenly, she felt cold. However, she could feel heat emanating from him. Heat that he had created himself by throwing around muscles and weights. She craved to be closer to him, to warm herself.

She was snapped back to reality when Soul Eater jerked the clean laundry from her hands and tossed it to the side. She seemed a little taken aback at first but the confusion was quickly cleared up when he grabbed her waist and hoisted her off of the ground in literally one swift motion. He pinned her against the wall behind her and instinctively she grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him. His mouth locked onto hers and it was a welcomed feeling.

Their movements were rushed and to the point. She clawed at his arms and he pulled at her shorts until eventually she was naked. He flung her onto the bed and within seconds he had her pinned again. His mouth attacked her neck and chest as he held onto her waist, "Don't come in here and give me that stare, then expect to just walk out of here." She arched into him as he nipped at her collar bone. "Soul.." She moaned and ran her hands up his chest. He continued through gritted teeth, "Leave it to me and you won't be walking at all." His tightened his grip on her waist and returned to kissing her mouth. One would think Maka would be shy at this point, but she just couldn't keep from wanting him.

She bit his lip hard and he let out a moan. If you wanted to push Soul Eater's buttons you had to press hard. "Do you want me to get rough with you?" He warned and she fumbled with the waist band on his jogging pants. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard. Her head jerked back and he bit down on her neck causing her to gasps. "Soul!" She pulled on his jogging pants until she felt something hard fall against her stomach. He smirked and flipped them so she was on top of him and he could see everything. She grabbed him by the throat and smacked is chest hard. "Stop treating me like I'm fragile!" She growled out in frustration. He pulled her hand away and grabbed the other one as well, then pulled her down so she was eye to eye with him.

"Are you a virgin?"

She didn't answer him, only glared, which gave him all the response he needed. "The you are fragile. Now shut up and stop trying to tell me how to do my job."

"your job?" She pulled away slightly. In a swift motion he grabbed her throat and she gasped. "My job, and I'm gonna make you say it.. and a lot of other things." He smirked and her face flushed red. Heat built up in the pit of her stomach and she moaned the tighter he squeezed. She slapped him across the face and he flipped them so he was on top of her again. The smirk on his face turned into a look of lust when it probably should've been anger. He released her throat and kissed her gently. His gentleness seemed to frustrate her, which amused him. "Maka.."

"What?" She huffed out between kisses as she felt him up. "This is gonna hurt at first.." She looked at him with confusion and then her eyes widened and all she could process was pain.


Light threatened to flood through the window the next day. Maka laid quietly as she snoozed with Soul behind her. His arms were wrapped around her and his head was buried in her hair. Both of them were pretty much out of it. Soul Eater woke when he thought he had heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He looked over at the clock that read five p.m. Five p.m.? They slept all day?! Then the footsteps must be..

"Maka?! Soul?! Where are you guys!?"

Spirit.

"Shit." Soul rose up and lightly shook Maka, "Maka.. maka.." She gave him a moan and wrapped her arms around his neck, "That's great baby and I would love a round eight, but maybe later, your dad is here."

"Huh?" She moaned sleepily and opened her eyes, "Dad..?"

"He's coming up the stairs.."

"Maka?"

"Dad?!" She jumped out of bed and grabbed some clothes out of a random drawer. She threw him some and dressed herself. "Stay in bed, you're sick!" She whispered and ran for the door. She slid out just in time to greet her father coming down the hall, "Dad!"

"Maka! Are you alright?! Everyone has been looking for you all day!"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Where is Soul?! It's five p.m. and neither of you have been answering your phones."

"I'm sorry dad.." She shook her head. "Soul has been sick and I was up all night ...taking care of him.."

"Oh my gosh is he okay?"

"Yeah, just resting.."

"Well.. okay sweetie." He kissed her forehead and bid her a goodbye. Maka let out a sigh and slid back into the room. The bedroom window was open and Black Star was sitting on the window seal. "He doesn't look sick to me." He had a smirk on his face.

"I was, she cured me. All night." Maka threw a nearby weight at Black Star and then at Soul, "BOTH OF YOU CAN IT!"