A/N: Soul and Maka are friends with benefits here.


Lithe fingers traced along the tattoo on his arm that she knew so well while her mouth sucked and kissed his neck. His heavy panting was music to her ears. The small whisper of her name everything she wanted and needed. Fingers dug into her hips as he ground them against his own, and the feel of his erection pressed against her shorts made her ache for him more. She needily mewled when his teeth gently nibbled at her ear. The desire between them was too strong considering how much clothes they both still had on.

Later on when Maka looked back on this moment, she'd say it was all his fault that they ended up parked on the side of the road in the front seat of her car. It was all his fault that they were two cliche people steaming up the windows as they made out and touched each other in places that friends shouldn't be touching.

But really it was both their faults.

Had she chosen to wear her shirt at the lake house instead of the bikini, he wouldn't have found the need to be more touchy. Had he not been topless for most of the day as the sun kissed his skin, she wouldn't have stared at him longer than normal. Really, they were both to blame, but she chose to say it was all his fault anyways.

This entire thing between them was his fault, not hers.

That's what she would tell her friends if the question were ever asked. Even though she knew it was equal parts both their fault that they fell into this sinful, wonderful relationship.

"Push the seat back and lean it down," she breathily whispered against his skin.

"Why?"

Maka moved away from his neck to stare at him like an idiot. "Are you really that dense?"

"Only when all the blood in my body is taking care of other things."

Maka rolled her eyes. Such a typical man.

"Because having sex in a car is really uncomfortable when your head keeps hitting the ceiling."

His gaze gauged what little room she had to move around and nodded. "Oh. Right."

The warmth of Soul's hands left her waist as he searched the side of the seat for the levers to do exactly what she asked of him. A few seconds later, she felt them maneuver backgrounds that was too slow for her taste. He softly pushed her away as he placed a hand on the back of the chair to bring it down carefully so that it was lying down.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much," she said while her fingers undid the ties of her bikini top.

His eyes bulged at the sight of her perky breasts, the street lamp on the other side of the road barely illuminating them in the dark car. She thanked God and Black Star that their friend's lake house happened to be in a secluded part of town that hardly anyone visited this time of year. She was also thankful that most everyone was either too drunk to drive anywhere or trying to rest off the intoxication as they waited for her and Soul to come back. No headlights were going to be shining on them to reveal two friends banging each other.

Soul trailed his hand along the side her breasts, sending chills down her spine as he did so, before his mouth covered it as his hand kneaded the other. He licked along the curve of her tit, swirled his tongue around her nipple, and noisily sucked on it. Her eyes flutted closed as she arched her back to give him more access and ground against his dick harder. She felt hotter and stickier than what was normal for a summer's evening in the south, but it felt so right as well.

She griped his biceps and dug her blunt nails into his arm, scraping along the musical notes tattooed on his left as fire whipped through her body. A sharp hiss sounded through her teeth as his sharp fangs carefully bit into the flesh around her nipple. His tongue was hot as he teased the little nub, flicking out to taste and soothe her. His lips were welcoming as he sucked along the underside of her breast and trailed hickies around the curve, and his teeth were enticing as they bit into her.

There were sure to be bruises there when they were done, but she didn't care.

Maka felt like she was about to float or flake away into tiny little pieces and drift in the wind to land on another unsuspecting pair of friends turned lovers. Her mind was a fuzzy haze of white smoke from the burning embers of the lust that ran through her body.

When she closed her eyes, all she saw were deep sanguine eyes shrouded with want and lust that hid an underlying love. Their relationship only spelt trouble, she knew that – knew that better than anyone – but she didn't care. She didn't care if it ended up in heartbreak because she had fell into a one sided love with him. Didn't care if he fell in love with someone who wasn't her and she was forced to watch as he lived happily with a new person.

It didn't matter at this present moment in time because the truth was for right now he was hers. The teeth and mouth leaving marks on her body were for her, the soft noises from him were for her, and the sweet promises of him fucking her in a few minutes were for her. It was all for her, and her alone. His touch was everything she wanted and craved. It told her stories that she had read countless times in contemporary novels of more than friendship – stories she herself wished for more than anything in the world – and that was enough.

Even if her feelings were one-sided, she didn't want their relationship to end if it meant he would kiss another body that wasn't hers.

Soul leaned back to grin at his oral work, and Maka hit his shoulder for it.

"Pervert! Don't be happy about giving me bruises and hickies!" she said.

He rubbed where she hit him and pouted. "I thought you liked when I did shit to your chest.".

"I do, but not when I'm wearing only a bikini top."

She had conveniently forgotten to grab a shirt on the emergency beer run because Soul had been rushing her out of the house.

"I can make it up to you," he grinned.

Her brows furrowed together in confusion. "How?"

He nose laughed and echoed her words from earlier. "You really that dense?"

"Wha– Oh!" she gasped.

His warm hand had slipped beneath her unbuttoned shorts, past her bikini bottoms, and found its way to her pussy. He languidly stroked a finger along her slit, slipping it inside for a brief moment that was too quick for what she desperately needed. She bit down on her lip and moaned at the sensation that rocked through her body. Shivers ran up her spine and a small wave of heat crashed over her as she felt her core ache even more.

God she was desperate and horny for her best friend and it was so sad, but fuck her, he was hot.

His index and ring finger spread her lips apart as the middle one stroked along her walls and slowly entered her inch by inch, never loosing eye contact with him. She closed her eyes and moaned as her hips gently rocked against his palm pressed against her clit. She silently wished it was another body part of his, but gladly welcomed his long pianist finger instead. It played her like a song as it slid in, curled against her walls, and slid back out.

Her thighs dug into the car door and center console creating marks there, but the ecstasy running through her body was too much for her to find it in herself to care. All that mattered were his fingers as they played her body like an old favorite record. Sounds escaped from her that she had heard herself make too many times because of the man beneath her, and she loved it. It was beautiful and sensual and she wanted to hear them so many times after tonight.

God it was amazing what one finger could do to the human body.

"You're so wet," he said, his voice gruff and haughty as he licked his lips.

Her own was no different, though.

"That's what happens when you tease someone all day." Maka moaned and leaned down to whisper, " So why don't you fuck me already and see how wet I can really be?" in his ear.

Soul sucked in a hard breath at her words and gently bit her cheek. "Take off your shorts, and I will."

Maka's face burned with embarrassment – she wasn't used to using such brash words – as she pushed herself off him, his hand slipping out from her shorts. She sat on the console to wiggle out of them while Soul did the same to his own pants. Her gaze trailed down his body, taking in his tanned chest and the tattoo on his arm before following his white happy trail to where his cock was out on full display. Dropping her shorts on the floor of the car, she licked her lips and moved back on top of him.

"Whose idea was it to have sex in the car again?" she asked, realizing how sore her legs were being pressed against the interior.

Soul cringed. "Mine?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "And we're never doing this again, okay?"

"We can wait," he suggested. "I think I have some extra cash for a hotel room."

"Do you really wanna start this all over again, though?" she asked. At the slight shake of his head, she continued. "We're here now and already naked so it doesn't matter. Besides, I don't think Black Star's that drunk yet to not notice we haven't come back with more booze."

"I think you're right."

"You'll just have to do most of the work this time."

"I can handle that," he said as he put his hands on her hips.

She wrapped her own around the base of his dick and ran it along her wet slit before slowly sliding him inside of her. They sigh in unison at the sensation, and Maka laid forward to grip his hips as his girth gently filled her. A nice warmth traveled along the flesh of her lower abdomen at the feel of him inside her and she moaned low and deep in pleasure. He slowly found a rhythm that worked for both of them as his cock slid in and out of her.

Maka moved one hand between them to press against her clit because she already knew it was going to be difficult to reach her own orgasm in their cramped conditions. She pressed against the bulb in time with Soul's thrusting and her own hips moved as well. Breathy moans escaped from her as she heard him silently whimper her name. She gripped a handful of his hair in her hand, and tugged his head back so that he was looking at her. Glazed over eyes stared back at her. She pressed her lips against his and begged him to go faster.

Heat welled up within her as she felt herself getting steadily closer to her own release. His hands gripped her hips as he started pounding into her harder, more desperate; his hips practically floated above the car seat.

He came first in a sharp cry of her name and his cock pulsating within her as he released his hot seed within her. Grabbing his shoulder, she held herself up as she slowly rode him and continued to press her clit – giving him a chance to come down from his high. Glossy eyes watched her behind heavy lidded eyelids. His hands lazily fondled her tits, molding them against his palm and brushing his thumb over her nipples to help her cum faster.

It didn't take long. She moaned and shook as her orgasm rocked through her body, laying her forehead on his chest while Soul soothingly rubbed her back and kissed the side of her head. Having sex in a car was definitely not ideal, but it did release the pent of tension she had felt throughout that day as she watched him swim in the lake. And it hopefully helped him as well. Maybe later when everyone was passed out drunk, she could convince him to sneak off to one of the bedrooms and have some alone time there as well.

They laid there spent and tired as they waited for their highs to succumb before Maka crawled off him and back into the passenger seat of the car. She picked her shorts and bikini top off the floor and put them back on while he picked his pants back up. As she was tying the strings of her top, she noticed the marks already showing on her chest in the dim lighting and groaned.

"If you hadn't rushed me out, I could have grabbed a shirt, but no. You were in such a rush to do it, and now I'm stuck with bruises and hickies all over! I have to wear a shirt all weekend now. Thanks."

Soul grinned as he grabbed his shirt from the back seat where she had disposed of it earlier.

"You could always not and say that you had a thing with some random guy – OW!"

"I am not telling people that!" she yelled after pinching his skin. "I am not like Papa!"

He rubbed the spot and said, "Yeah, you only sleep with people who you're friends with."

"That's different! You aren't a total stranger." She paused and licked her lips. "You're my best friend that I happen to have sex with sometimes. That makes it okay."

"Keep telling yourself that," he mumbled under his breath thinking she didn't hear him, but she had.

She chose to ignore his comment, though.

"Gimme your shirt," she said.

His brows furrowed. "Why?"

"I need to hide the stupid marks you left on me. I'll go in and get the beer if you want."

"Okay." He handed his shirt over. "But don't spill anything on that. It's vintage."

Maka rolled her eyes as she pulled the top over her head. "I'll be careful, don't worry. I know how precious your shirt is."

"Good." He readjusted the driver seat and said, "You know, we could have done that in the backseat, right?"

She thought about it for a minute. "Oh. I hadn't even thought of that. Well, we can remember that for next time."

"There's gonna be a next time?" he grinned.

"Don't look so smug about it! I'm not making any promises. I'm just saying in case we want to do that again, we can go in the backseat."

"Okay," he said. The tone of his voice told her he didn't believe her in the slightest, and, to be honest, she didn't believe herself either.

He started the car and drove back in the direction they had originally been going in feeling a little more satisfied than before.