Written for Day 1 of NSFW SoMa week on tumblr and an addition to Eisschirmchen's art for the day.
A seething heat pools in her lower abdomen as Soul stares down at her, his half-lidded gaze heavy in the faint moonlight streaming in through his window.
It douses his hair so that it appears translucent and bright against the dark backdrop of his bedroom, but even so, there's still a suggestive aspect about it that sets her heart on fire. She pulls him down for a kiss to extinguish it, her lips moving languidly against his as his cock slowly enters her. A small squeak sounds from her throat of its own accord in response to the pressure of him doing so, but it doesn't last long. Hooking her legs around his waist, she relieves some of the tension.
Soul settles on top of her, his arms caging her in and making the moment more romantic than it should be. Their breath mingles together. The warmth heating the air around them. His hips move in the same fashion that he kisses her: careful and lazy.
Usually she enjoys it when he's rough with her, pinning her against the bed and pounding into her so that bruises litter her thighs the next day, but this is nice as well. It makes her feel loved and wanted with the way he handles her. Sometimes she wishes he did this out of the bedroom. Sometimes she wants to lay on top of him while they watch a movie and have him rub small circles on the small of her back, but she'll take what she can get. And if sex is where she can get that, then that's what she'll settle with because being friends with Soul is more important than expressing her feelings.
"Ha-aah!" she gasps when his hand gropes her tit.
He silences her with another kiss, his smug grin a ghost that makes her want to whack him in the head. His index and thumb gently tug and squeeze her pert nipple that draws a relaxed sigh from her. Her hips rise off the mattress at the action, and she grips his arm in place of his hand but somehow her hand finds itself on top of his. It guides him in massaging her tit. Grunts and moans fill the space between them where words usually are.
Her head grows fuzzy, and her body feels light. Everything is perfect.
His mouth kisses down her cheek and he nibbles on her earlobe before whispering, "You feel good?"
It sounds like a question, but it could be a compliment as well. She can't really tell the difference in her foggy brain. All she knows is that Soul is a sensual lover, and the sex with him is the best she's ever had.
"Amazing," she whispers in response.
Lifting his head, Soul stares down at her. A gaze that almost feels too intimate, too loving for someone who's meant to be her best friend and nothing more. It makes her analytical brain want to examine and poke at it; figure out if it means what she wants it or not. But she doesn't allow herself to dwell on the thought for very long because that only gives her false hope which is something she can't have.
Friends. Just friends, she thinks to herself.
Even that leaves a sour taste in her mouth and another voice that denies it.
More. You're something more.
Maka shakes the intrusive thought from her mind and focuses on him, his hand, and his cock as it slides in and out of her. It's then that she realizes that his hand is between her thighs, toying with her nub, and another moan escapes from her. She extends her neck, noting how he doesn't miss a chance to kiss beneath her jaw. The heat that had built up in her core washes over her body in a wave of pure delight and ecstasy and her walls tighten around him.
His name is a weak cry that's muffled by his lips. She feels her own name moaned against her as he reaches his peak as well.
They lay there, panting, neither one saying a word, in a world where they don't have to because they know. And they've probably both known it for a long time how the other feels, but their afraid of what'll happen afterwards. After the words they keep locked away in their heart are uttered; if what they have will end there.
Afraid to ruin the moment, she swallows the phrase that creeps up her throat. It doesn't stop that intrusive voice from whispering it to her heart, though.
I love you.
