Title: Legs

Summary: Written for SoMa NSFW week day two - Legs. Cheerleading!AU. It was kind of embarrassing how much Maka had him wrapped around her little finger without knowing. He could have dropped out a long time ago already, yet he was still here because he was head over heels in love with this girl.

Rating: M

Genre: Romance

Soul was a lot of things. He was cool, he was rich and wealthy, he was a passable piano player and good with music, he was rather bad with history (who cared that World War 2 hadn't ended in 1960 but way earlier anyway?) and he was also a cheerleader. Yep.

Of course, cool guys didn't just become cheerleaders. He had been dared to join the cheerleading squad and to drop out after two months. Black*Star was an asshole who loved to humiliate his friends, most of all his closest friend Soul Evans. Soul had naturally refused the dare at first. Nothing was worth the loss of his dignity, and even though he couldn't give a rat's ass about what people thought about him, he'd rather not want to deal with his classmates assholishness about his new extracurricular activity.

The only way Soul had agreed to this was because Black*Star had sneakily got him drunk and promised him that he'd loudly admit with a megaphone that he considered Soul as more awesome than him. Retrospectively, it might seem like a pretty lame exchange. He the cheerleader and Black*Star admitting the truth? It didn't seem fair and maybe it wasn't but considering that it was Black*Star who'd in all seriousness admit to the student body that he was just a loudmouth who couldn't back his bark up was worth something.

Thus, Soul ended up joining the cheerleaders, and it was worse than he had thought it would be. And that was saying something, because Soul found nothing more annoying than the perky squad of girls who'd dance and cheer and be so obnoxiously preppy. He was a quiet person by nature, so being among these girls went pretty much against everything he believed in. He also sucked at cheering because he couldn't give less of a fuck if their dumb football team actually won.

At least he didn't have to move as much. The boys were more or less expected to assist the girls with their insane acrobatics. Soul had to admit, it was sometimes very fascinating how flexible and graceful the girls could be. He knew if he ever attempted one of the daring feats they performed on a daily basis, he'd end up breaking his neck in several ways.

Two months passed, and he was still a cheerleader. Why? Well, at first, he hadn't wanted to admit it and maybe it was stupid as a lot of people in school were giving him shit for being such a 'pansy', but for Soul the reason was very valid. He was─

"Hey, Soul. you ready for today?" Maka asked, smiling brightly as she plopped down next to him on the grass.

His heart skidded to a halt before it went into overdrive, his blood pulsing loudly through his veins. It was a difficult feat not to act uncool around her, and he found out the best way to avoid that was to be a snarky fuck. It earned him more often than not a book against his cranium, but he was ready to accept that instead of getting all doe-eyed and drooly because this girl had him wrapped around her little finger, and she didn't even know.

Soul Evans was in love with Maka Albarn.

Maka was...he didn't even know how describe her because he felt any words he might attempt would do her no justice. She was the cheer captain, but she was also the smartest girl in school, very likely to end up attending an Ivy League University. She was also very pretty and had the most impressive set of legs Soul had ever laid his eyes on. She was kind and helpful and loyal, had a nasty temper and the most amazing green eyes he had ever seen. And he was the lucky guy to always assist her with her lifts!

And he'd have it no other way because the mere thought of having one of the other sleazebags of boys in the cheer squad touching her the way he touched her was unbearable. Not that he took advantage of the situation. At first, he had actually felt insanely awkward at having to touch her in all the places that would usually earn any men a punch to the dick.

Black*Star, after laughing at him and deriding him for still being a cheerleader, had in all honesty expressed some sort of admiration for Soul after seeing him train with the girls.

"Yeah," Soul said gruffly, discreetly leering at the creamy expanse of legs that was so nicely accentuated by the wonderful red skirt all cheerleaders wore. The afternoon sun was hot and he'd rather be spending his time inside instead of stewing like a hot potato outside. It was ridiculous how much he was into this girl.

Soon the others were there as well. Too soon for his liking as Maka immediately started to chat with them. He had never pegged himself as a jealous guy, yet here he was, refusing to leave the team because a, he wanted to spend more time with her but was too chicken to ask her out, and b, he didn't want to - absolutely did not want to - have another guy having his hands all over her legs and hips and butt.

Muttering a few curses under his breath, he shouted out a weak, "Coming," once Maka beckoned him over to start training. It was the same as every day. They'd start with the basic steps, the cheers and chants before they went for the lifts and somersaults and what have you. They continued with the simple jumps and positions to warm up for the stunts.

There was a reason why Maka was the cheer captain. Without a doubt she had the most stamina and she was also the most athletic of the girls. While the others were out of breath, she was still going strong, spurring the others on and motivating them.

With the stunts came the difficult part. Soul was one of the tallest members, but this was the case for all the guys that were in the team, so he took the back spot right behind Maka, calling out the stunts. He grabbed her hips, hoisted her up and pushed her further up by supporting her by her wonderful ass as she quickly came to stand with one foot on Hiro's hand and with the other on his. She held the position for a few seconds, putting her arms up, before she let herself fall, landing in his arms.

She smiled up at him, making his heart flutter in his chest as he let her down and tried to hide his blush. If he weren't so scared to drop her if he didn't pay attention, he might even enjoy touching her, but he was usually more focused on holding her right, not trusting the others to keep her steady while she was doing these crazy neck-breaking stunts.

Though he had to admit that it was nice seeing her walk up to him, so he could grab her ankle and push her up by her butt to hold her up on his own this time. Her thighs were tense as she raised her arms in the air, and he marvelled at her impeccable balance and control. His caught a full view of the bloomers- no wait, those weren't the usual bloomers the girls wore under their skirts. Those were some hot panties he had never seen her wear before and why the hell would Maka─

He released her with a grunt. It wasn't that difficult to carry her around. She was tiny and light as a feather and didn't wear sexy underwear. He was pretty damn sure that those had been boyshorts, not boring bloomers. He eyed her warily but she looked the same as ever, cheerful and happy and innocent with her big green eyes.

After what felt like hours of butt grabbing and thigh holding, training was nearing its end, and it was fine that way as Maka nearly crashed to the ground because that idiot Hiro was doing a shitty job of steadying Maka's leg. Soul caught her before she could get hurt, his eyes ever watchful and trained on her every move. Coach Marie had made sure that in his position as back spot he had to always watch the flyer.

"Are you okay?" he asked, slowly setting her down, still holding her just in case she had hurt herself.

She nodded, patting him on the head as if he were a dog. He wasn't sure if it annoyed him or pleased him more to have her touch him. "Yes, thank you, Soul."

The others left one by one and as he was about to leave for the locker rooms, he noticed Maka stretching and not looking like someone who was about to leave for home. She bent down, her skirt riding up her butt and giving him another wonderful peek of her lacy boyshorts. He shook his head, cheeks heating up as he tried to think of the most unsexy things he could muster up.

"Hey, aren't you going home?" he asked, unbidden words leaving his mouth.

Shaking her head, she muttered, voice low, "No, I want to practice a little more, so I don't end up almost falling the next time again."

Soul blinked, confused. "You know that wasn't your fault, but that idiot's Hiro? You should go home and rest, you did really well today...I mean yeah...you always do well, not only today and-and yeah." Shit, he was a moron. He rubbed the back of his head uneasily, glancing down.

He couldn't quite interpret the look she was giving him, only that the light of the setting sun did weird things to her eyes, made them gleam beautifully and he just wanted to get lost in them.

"I still think I need practice," she said after a while, biting her lip, but instead of continuing with her stretching she plopped down in the grass with a sigh, looking kind of haggard and tired. His brows furrowed, lips setting into a tight line.

"I mean it, Maka, you really should rest; you look tired," he said, seating himself next to her. The air was humid and the sky looked a little too cloudy. "You won't do anyone good, least of all yourself if you tire yourself out."

"I know, I know, but urgh." She let her head hang, the tips of her pigtails sliding over her lean shoulders.

"And also, you're already the best on the team. No one can compare to you and─"

He cut himself off when she snapped her head up to him, eyes clear and narrowed, studying him carefully. "Since when are you such a flatterer, Soul?" she asked, her voice taking on a slight lilt as she smiled and stretched her legs out in front of her, freeing them from the uncomfortable crouch she was in.

It was an automatic reaction of his body, to stare, to appreciate these long, smooth pillars of female beauty and perfection. Cheerleading and all the gymnastics and acrobatics that came with it really had its merits. She had a great body, all lean and wiry muscles all buried beneath soft skin he touched on a daily basis. What would her legs feel like if he were to touch them now? The muscles there relaxed and not under the strain of a stunt. He gulped loudly, feeling hot and warm and in desperate need to dunk his head under cool water.

"I, uh, well you're good. What can I say?"

He just wanted to slap himself. How could he be more inept at this? Maybe he really needed to mingle more with people, to learn how to talk to a girl. He suppressed a groan, looking her in the face only to see her amusement written all over her eyes.

She crossed her legs by the ankles, her skirt riding up her thighs the tiniest bit.

"You know, I remember you teasing me on your first day with us. You called my ankles fat."

His mind came to a screeching halt, all thoughts of her legs wrapped around his waist erased.

"What?" He blinked, praying to God that it was just a coincidence and that she had not actually seen him ogling her like a total creep. At a loss of what to say and do, he just spewed out the first thing that came to his addled mind, "I did not!"

Maka snorted, holding her chin high. "Really? Maybe there was something wrong with my ears then," she continued haughtily, her smile turning cruel. "Oh right! It wasn't my ankles that were not satisfactory but my chest instead. Am I wrong?" She raised an eyebrow and Soul felt the desperate need to dig himself a hole and bury himself alive. "Tell me, Soul. Why do you like to pick on me so much when I always see you watching me even outside of practice? Why do you bitch about cheerleading when you can just leave and never come back, huh?"

He could only stammer like an illiterate idiot. She had basically caught him, calling him out on his dumb behavior. He should have known really. Maka Albarn was no idiot, she was perceptive and smart, a definite factor why he likes her so much. Perhaps it was time to come clean with her; that is, if she didn't just reject him on the spot because he had always been such an ass to her. Maybe insulting her body was not the ideal way of getting closer to the girl of your affections.

Taking a deep breath, he dug his fingers into the moist grass beneath him. "I never meant any of those things."

"Oh? So you want to tell me that becoming a cheerleader had always been your dream?"

"What the─" he threw her an incredulous glance, "─since when do you use sarcasm?!"

"You must have rubbed off on me," she stated simply.

"Okay, okay. I joined the cheerleading squad because I was dare to! There, happy?"

She gave him another one of those looks he couldn't decipher and it pissed him off. She hummed thoughtfully to herself.

"Why didn't you leave after the two months you had to stay here to win the bet?"

"Because I- hey, how do you know this?"

God, how much more did she know?!

She glanced at him from beneath her fringe, green eyes calculating and dark. "I have my...sources."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" He ran his palm down his face, agitation rising in his chest as he tried to ward off the pressing weight of uneasiness. He hated himself more when he saw how she uncrossed her ankles, her leg sliding down to the ground.

In one moment he was contemplating the best way to get out of here and in the next she was right in front of him, looking livid.

"Damn it, Soul, why don't you just...tell me."

Maybe he had him figured out already. It seemed actually very likely, and he didn't know how to handle it. He let out a groan and gritted his teeth, his fist clenching in the roots of his hair. She was close, too close for this to be considered a friendly moment. Her eyes sparked wildly, he could feel her breath brushing against his jaw. She was breathing hard.

He didn't give his hands the command to wrap around her upper arms, nor did he tell his thumb to caress her skin there. He exhaled through his nose, jaw tense.

"I didn't leave because I wanted to spend more time with you," he said in a hushed whisper.

"Tsubaki told me that you made a bet with Black*Star, and even though you pissed me off at first I didn't want you to go," she admitted softly, crawling closer to him.

His heart jumped, his breath catching in his throat. Before he could say anything in response, she continued hastily, "I actually like...you, and when you didn't leave after two months I didn't know what to think, but then I noticed you...looking at me and-and I thought that maybe, that maybe you like me back, but you never said anything." She released a frustrated huff of air from between her teeth. "Not even when I tried to get your attention."

There were a lot of things in these few seconds for him to process and he wasn't entirely sure if he was doing a good job processing. First, Black*Star had apparently rattled him out to Tsubaki, who had told Maka about the bet. Second, Maka liked him! Third, she had been trying to get his attention via wearing sexy underwear! For him! Fourth, Maka liked him!

"Is that what your new panties today were about? Trying to get my attention?" He asked, voice thick.

She giggled, red crawling over her cheeks. "Today? I have been wearing that sort of underwear for a long time, Soul. I haven't worn my bloomers for how many weeks now? Don't tell me you didn't notice," she said, her tone taking on a shrill edge.

"Honestly, I didn't, I was too busy watching you not fall, instead of looking under your skirt," he mumbled petulantly. Even though it was very tempting and kind of unavoidable, Soul generally managed to be a gentleman about this sort of issue. Sure, the girls jumped a lot and their skirts were not the magical gravity defying sort of material, so he more often than not got a good glimpse of their bloomers, but as he said, he was usually more concerned with watching Maka's movements and if she was being unbalanced to catch her in case she were to fall.

"You're cute," she said with a laugh, and of course, Soul couldn't take such a statement without blushing again.

"I'm not cute!"

"You're blushing. Oh my God!" She poked his cheek for good measure, cooing at the red that stained his face and underlined how uncool he was in reality.

"Stop that!"

"But─"

"No." He grabbed her wrists, realizing how much closer she had gotten. She was practically straddling his lap, her skirt riding high on her legs, doing a shitty job of covering. "M-maka?"

Her eyes became heavy-lidded and her fingers smoothed over his cheekbones, his jawline, his lips.

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

She stilled for a moment, seeming to realize what was going on. She bit her lip. "Trying to be sexy?"

His mouth twitched and his hands settled comfortably on her hips, pulling her down more firmly onto his lap. He was partly hard already, but there was no way to stay unaffected by the way she looked at him and rubbed herself against his groin.

Soul muffled a groan in her neck, placed a kiss there, smirking at her jumping pulse. "I would have never thought you'd be one trying to seduce someone in a public place."

She pulled away slightly, smirking down at him. "You know nothing, Soul Evans."

And with that she took the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra that matched her panties perfectly. His mouth went dry. He was the luckiest man on earth. How had he ended up in this position again? It didn't matter now, did it? He had a half-naked girl in his lap, the girl he had been lusting after for months and months, the girl he couldn't help but admire for her determination and intelligence and strength.

He gasped, grabbing her ass when she ground against him just the right way.

"Take this off," she whispered, tugging impatiently at his shirt, and who was he not to comply? His shirt was gone in an instant and her hands slid from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing nipples, muscle and heated skin.

He couldn't take it anymore; pulling her down, he slanted his mouth over hers, his dick painfully hard at the tiny mewls she graced him with. Her tongue was insistent and forceful, pushing against his with a vigour he hadn't known she had. Perhaps he hadn't been the only one getting hot and bothered during practice. Soul palmed her breasts, catching her high-pitched gasp with another hungry kiss. They were small and her nipples were hard and visible against the lacy thing, and they fit perfectly into his hands.

Unable to deal with the machinations of bras and the difficulty of taking them off, he simply edged the straps down her arms, slipping the cups down to reveal two handfuls of girl-flesh. He tugged and pinched her nipples, took one in his mouth and bit down lightly. Her reaction was instantaneous; a sharp cry and her fists tightening in his hair to pull him closer, her back arching into his mouth.

It vaguely occured to him that they were in a very public place and that anyone could see them going at. His brain was muddled, his body drunk on Maka, and he really really didn't want to stop, but he felt the need to address the matter regardless.

"Don't worry," she gasped, raking her fingers through his hair, making him look up into her eyes. Her pupils were wide and her lips parted. "No one comes here at this time of day."

It was enough to convince him as pathetic of a reassurance it was. Screw that, he was getting laid! He clutched at her thighs as he mouthed her ear, his cock stirring painfully in the confines of his pants as she moaned and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Letting out a pleased grunt, he shoved her skirt up her legs, groped her flesh there, giddy and elated that he was finally touching these sinful legs not because of practice, not because he had to make sure she didn't fall, but because he could, because she let him.

Maka's hips flexed, her movements becoming rougher and more forceful and he seriously needed to get out of his pants, right now. His hand went to his trunks, clumsily trying to push them down to no avail. His limbs weren't cooperating, the only logical thing seemed to touch Maka all over, and when she finally noticed, pulling away with a disgruntled groan, she stood shakily, taking off her shirt. She took her sweet time with her panties, lips curling into a teasing smirk as she held his wondrous gaze and wiggled out of the garment. He would never be able to go through practice again without picturing her naked.

She raised an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips. "What about you?"

It took him a moment to decode the sounds and syllables of her question, but once it dawned on him that she was giving him time to get equally naked, he raised himself on his feet, stripping awkwardly, fingers jittery and quivering. When he was finally free of unnecessary clothes, she pounced on him, smashing their mouth together, tongues tangling as he barely could hold onto her, hands stroking her hipbones and waist.

He wanted her, he wanted her so much he was surely going to lose his sanity, but he also wanted to please her. He planted open mouthed wet kisses on her throat, nipped on her shoulder and made his way further down, lapping languidly at her breasts, dipping his tongue into her navel before he was kneeling in front of her. Even she looked surprised at this.

Giving Maka a comforting smile, he ran his palms up her thighs, marvelling once again at the perfection that was her skin, how strong her legs were.

"You're so wet already, Maka," he said, voice strained with want. She whimpered when he blew against her sensitive folds, relishing in how she seemed to close to lose her footing just by that. Smirking pleasedly, he let his tongue dart out to taste her for the first time. He had had thousands of dreams about this, about them being nude and sweaty and horny.

She clutched his hair desperately, mewls and moans escaping her mouth together with broken syllables of his name. He could definitely get used to this. His thumb caressed her skin smoothly, while his other hands spread her folds for him and sunk a finger into her tight heat, making her legs buckle dangerously.

"Soul-oh! Oh!"

Her voice was like music to his ears, a sweet tinkling sound, and he was determined to hear it as often as he could like this. He sucked on her clit noisily, let his tongue swipe against it in broad strokes, before he alternated to tease her with the tip. He could feel her reaching her orgasm quickly, the way she tightened around him, the way her voice took on a needy quality and the way she tugged at his hair, making him growl, were a dead giveaway.

She came forcefully, clenching around his finger as he lapped at her until her cries turned hoarse and she nearly fell down. He steadied her by her hips and brought her down to her knees, smiling haughtily at his accomplishment. She looked absolutely gorgeous, hair wild, face flushed and her eyes hazy with lust. Her teeth buried in her bottom lip as she pushed him on the ground, making him lie down flat on his back.

His breath caught in his throat, his heart thudding excitedly against rips as she straddled him again. Though this time there were undergarments separating them; she was right there, wet and ready for him. Soul gulped loudly, running his hands over her legs repeatedly. He couldn't help it, didn't know how to be around her when she was wearing nothing but those short skirts of hers.

She took his cock in a careful but firm grip, rubbed herself against him, humping him in ways he didn't know he could be humped, drawing throaty gasps out of him. He was holding her hips, supporting her as she slowly sank down in him and Soul couldn't even begin to describe how amazing she felt.

Throwing his head back, he moaned lowly as she set up a slow heady rhythm, leaning down to kiss him. He knew he wasn't going to last long and it was a mild comfort that he had managed to make her at least come with his mouth before. The muscles on his thighs were tense, her eyes alight with desire as she scraped her nails against his broad shoulders, his arms.

Their lips mingled, exchanging kisses and breaths, and he could only whisper against her ear how much he had wanted her, how beautiful and hot she was, how wonderful she felt, so tight and oh, she was driving him crazy, and her marvelous legs; he didn't know how to even try to tell her how fantastic they were. Maka rewarded him by quickening her pace, crying out his name in that high-pitched frantic way.

She was close to orgasm again, his ego soaring, but he'd still come before her if she kept this up. Gathering the last vestiges of coherent thought, he brought his hand between them, rubbed her clit as she rode him to her unmaking Her hair spilled all around her as she threw her head back, whimpering loudly, nails digging into his chest, and he rolled his hips in time with hers.

He was mesmerized by her face, the way it twisted in pleasure, how it was him who made her feel like this. She bit her lip and came with a last shout of his name as he pulsed in her, taken over the edge with the way she clenched around him.

She toppled down on him, snuggling against his chest with a pleased sigh not giving a damn about how sticky and wet and gross they were. Soul couldn't be happier at this moment, even if his entire back was probably dyed green from the grass he had spent the last minutes on being topped by Maka. He serenely combed his fingers through her tousled hair, eyes drawn to the sky. The sun had set already.

He swallowed down his disappointment. He'd need to leave soon before his brother's paranoia caught up with him and he came to look for him. The last thing he needed was Wes seeing him like this. He could think of thousands of different ways he'd rather have his post-coital bliss ruined instead.

Maka raised her head, smiling down at him before she kissed him gently. She understood. Reluctantly, they stood up, cleaned up the the best they could and got dressed. He offered her a ride home because he was a gentleman and because he wanted to spend more time with her even if it was for just a few minutes longer.

The ride to her place was too short and she pointedly instructed him not to park his bike right in front of her house, lest her crazy father decided to murder Soul.

The moonlight seemed to captured in her eyes when she looked at him for a moment, hands clasped together behind her back.

"Let's do something tomorrow, okay?"

He bit back a smile, finding her sudden shyness endearing more than anything.

"Sure," he said and pulled her in for a last kiss, whispering against her lips, "But next time let's keep the sex in the bedroom."

She squeaked and smacked him halfheartedly before she bid him a goodnight. Soul grinned, watched her until her father opened the door for her, questioning her immediately why she was so late today. Soul took this as his cue to leave, his grin still plastered firmly on his face as he couldn't help but look forward to the next cheerleading session.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are always appreciated :)