A/N: What is that? Another update so soon after that Red Silk chapter? I know, I know, it's uncharacteristic of me considering I write at the pace of a snail, but here you are! A baseball AU! Contains lots of smut of the hate sex variety. Oh and bad baseball metaphors!
The sweltering heat made the sweat bead on Maka's brow. She barely noticed Black*Star's theatrics as it was his turn to bat. He made a few practice swings with the bat, being needlessly forceful when he spat onto the ground and grinned at the pitcher of the opposing team. The mere thought of that man ripped a growl out of Maka's mouth, but she firmly clamped her lips shut. Her teammates were already giving her wary looks, at least Kilik was. Liz, who was sitting to her right, nudged her slyly, shooting her a coy grin as she not so subtly gestured to the pitcher that was the bane of Maka's existence.
"Psst, Maka," Liz hissed loudly, scooting closer and jamming Maka uncomfortably against Kilik, who smiled nervously. "Hey, Evans' ass looks reaaallly─"
"Liz!" Maka said firmly, using her captain voice. "Stop it."
Liz regarded her for a small moment with a frown before she sighed and left her alone. Maka huffed quietly, glaring at the side of Liz's head before she resumed watching Black*Star acting like an idiot. He was like an overexcited monkey with the way he jumped around like a five-year who had been given too much sugar. Yes, exactly like a monkey, a monkey with blue fur.
Black*Star assumed his position in front of the catcher, a small but ferocious girl named Patti, who was also incidentally the younger sister of Liz.
"What's the deal, Evans? What are you waiting for? Scared to eat shit?!" Black*Star shouted, grinning hugely. Evans merely scoffed, juggling the baseball in his ungloved hand. It was then that Maka raised her gaze to look at him. Liz was right. His ass did look magnificent today, but his ass always looked magnificent.
Yes, Maka could attest to it reliably. Her cheeks crawled with heat and it wasn't because of the high temperature on the field. She pressed her thighs together, gulping loudly as she tried to banish the most inappropriate of thoughts from her memory. She had never felt this indifferent to the outcome of a match before, being highly ambitious and competitive, and it made her sick.
Baseball was her favorite recreational activity, a great means to forget the stress of university classes, exams and papers and essays that needed to be written. Once a week her team would practise and sometimes have a match against another team. Evans' team was often opposing them since their university intramural league was small, but that was okay. Playing against another team motivated her friends more to participate in this, even if there wasn't anything to win. They did it for fun anyways, not caring much for prizes or that their teams were mixed-gender,but that didn't mean that Maka didn't absolutely abhor it whenever they lost.
She pulled her cap lower down her head, casting a thin strip of a shadow over her eyes, and she hoped it was enough to conceal her blatant leer at the pitcher. Evans aligned his feet properly, pivoting his right foot while he raised his left leg as he struck out his right hand, gripping the ball tightly, and threw it. The ball spun in the air, Black*Star's lips still pulled into a grin, but then the ball broke from the left to the right, changing its course while it still spun wildly. Before Black*Star noticed what Evans had done, it was already too late.
"Strike!" Pattie shouted and giggled as she caught the ball. Maka sighed, rubbing the back of her hand against her sweaty forehead. Black*Star should know better by now; Evans' move had been far too predictable from her point of view, but Black*Star was inattentive and stupid. Of course, if he ever hit the ball, a home run was nearly guaranteed with how strong and forceful he was as a batter. If only he didn't lack a certain finesse, the watchfulness that made Kilik a better hitter than Black*Star in her eyes.
"You know, it's always the same with you, Star." Evans shot Black*Star a toothy grin. "All bite no bark, but I can't blame you. Not many can resist my screwballs," he laughed, making Black*Star nearly leap at him, but Maka had done enough disciplining to know that her teammate had his insane temper under control by now.
"Fuck you, Evans," he spat, his grip on the bat growing tighter, his knuckles white. The light caught in Evans' eyes, making them glint, and she certainly did not imagine that vibrant burgundy gaze of his catch hers. Her breath caught in her throat, her face burning. She didn't think she could feel any hotter, but then he winked at her before he resumed his generic snark that still made Black*Star's blood boil with rage.
"Urgh." Maka buried her burning face in her clammy hands. He had done it again. Getting her all hot and bothered with just a glance. Fuck.
"Look, Albarn, I know you're convinced that my team is cheating, but let me tell you, you're full of shit. Your team just sucks and that's why you lost today. Don't bitch at me because of your shortcomings!"
Maka was seething. How dare that bastard accuse her team of sucking?! Her team was fabulous and won every game until his stupid team derailed their streak of wins. Maka refused to accept that a team of cocky, insufferable idiots could best hers fairly! Damn it!
"Get back here. Evans!" She stomped after him,. Their teammates had wisely left already, fully aware how heated the arguments between their respective team leaders could get. "My team is the best of the best─"
"Apparently still not good enough to win against mine. And would you mind? I want to take a shower." Maka blinked, startled by how much she had lost touch of her surroundings to actually follow him to the locker rooms.
"Uh..."
He raised an eyebrow before he unceremoniously pulled his shirt off. She squeaked loudly, making a half-hearted attempt to cover her eyes, but her body betrayed her and she kept looking back at his finely sculpted chest.
What had she come here for again? A long, appreciative glance down his torso gave her an answer she refused to approve of, and it was when he flippantly discarded his pants that she felt her body agree wholeheartedly with the idea to jump him. Okay, maybe she had been stealing glances at him once in awhile, but that was most certainly Liz' fault. If her dear friend had never called her attention to his very nice butt in the first place, Maka wouldn't have thought more of Soul Evans other than that he was an arrogant prick.
Her eyes fell on the devious smirk on his face and Maka willed herself to stop ogling him. "You─" she pointed an accusing finger at him, her voice shrill before she made an attempt to clear her throat and continued, "─you really have no shame! Undressing in front of me like that and─"
"Hey, you're the one in my team's locker room. I can undress as much as I want; you, however, are shameless, refusing to give me privacy and then yelling at me even though you could simply turn around or leave altogether if my naked self annoyed you. Then again, it doesn't, right?"
"W-what?" She took a few steps back, eyes trained on his face. Her blood was boiling at his taunting grin, but she was Maka Albarn, and she'd rather drop dead than give him the satisfaction of being right, which he wasn't at all. "Don't be so cocky, Evans. You're not that impressive to look at."
He stepped closer to her, his grin widening, but Maka refused to leave her spot. She wouldn't budge and give away that his proximity did weird, not necessarily unpleasant things to her body. His abs were right in front of her; she'd just need to raise her hand a little and touch the hard muscle that had been very present in her dreams lately, starring in one of the lead roles together with his hands and tongue and mouth and his-his...
Much to her mortification, she gave in to the urge to stroke those firm abs of his. She felt him tense, her mouth parting in a gasp.
"Not that impressive, huh?" he murmured, eyes heavy-lidded and dark and hazy. She gulped, letting him press her against the lockers behind her, and even though she had given herself away, she refused to give in that easily. She stuck up her nose, chin held high, defiance flashing in her eyes.
"That look in your eyes," he said, voice thick and strained. He cupped her chin. "It's the same look you have whenever you're on the field, whenever it's your turn to pitch, it's fucking hot─" Maka felt her knees give out a little, her throat parched as he continued "─it makes me want to take you right on the field," he pushed against her, his erection pressing firmly against her stomach. She gasped, her jittery hands finding his shoulders, pressing, marvelling at the muscles there. "But you piss me off so much, Albarn. So. Fucking. Much."
She gasped more out of anger than anything this time, and it had nothing to do with the husky timbre his voice had taken on or with the hand that was slowly inching her shirt up. She felt like she was going to combust, her skin was prickling with heat, and even though she should distance herself from him, she was drawn to him, craved him, wanted him.
"You're so stubborn and arrogant and proud," he hissed, his grip on her jaw tightening, the fingers of his other hand digging into her side. "You're accusing my team of cheating because you can't take losing, and you refuse to listen to reason, and it just makes me want to-want to," he paused, licked his lips as his eyes focused on her mouth.
"Makes you want to what?" she asked, voice a mere breath.
Her heartbeats echoed loudly in her ears, she felt everything with a clear intensity, her senses overwhelmed by his presence. He growled and she whimpered, letting him tear her shirt over her head, letting him discard her bra without a care in the world. Her heart fluttered at his momentary hesitation before she unabashedly pushed her hand into his boxers, feeling him pulse, hot and hard, in her palm.
There was no hesitation after that, no waiting and no dragging it out-this was something that had been long overdue since they'd first laid their eyes upon each other appreciatively. She was already wet, which didn't make any sense at all to her, surprising him when he dragged her pants down and pressed his fingers between her legs only to feel the telltale sign of her arousal.
She liked his roughness, liked how he touched her, not treating her like a fragile flower. His hands were nimble, strong, palming her tits roughly, fondling her ass, grunting when he pulled her up and they ground against each other. Her panties were torn off without preamble, and he didn't so much thrust as rammed into her, causing her mind to reel because she had never felt something like this before, his hips precise and unrelenting in their pace as his cock inside her made her whine and sob in pleasure, and she encouraged him with shouts and moans, and please, he couldn't stop, he felt so good.
She'd have his touch imprinted on her skin the next day, her thighs sore and her body flaring with the memories of their little tryst in the locker room. His back would be littered with red marks and scratches and his dreams would revolve around the feisty, abrasive blonde in more vivid detail than ever before.
Black*Star hit the ball on his second try. It swang forth in a mighty arc, whizzing so quickly through the sweltering air that it was nothing more than an indistinct blur. He wasted no time before running; he roared his well-known catchphrase, the shrill yahoo ringing in Maka's ears, making her wince.
Her teammate was a blue blur on the field, speedily running from base to base, teeth bared in a ridiculous grin before he started to cackle like a moron, throwing his head back. He was almost there, could have scored a run, but he wasn't looking where he went. His feet carried him from base to base like some shakily pre-programmed robot with several glitches in its system, and he ultimately crashed into third base where Tsubaki Nakatsukasa was more focused on trying to get a hold of the ball than paying attention to a blue whirlwind of shouting and sweat. He slid in late feet first and jumped up at the bag, rolling on the floor as Tsubaki hastily caught the ball to tag him with expert ease.
"Black*Star," Maka groaned into her hand, sliding her cap off her head, exasperated, but too indifferent to everything in the moment to get truly enraged. She slithered down the seat, her back arched unhealthily, her butt almost completely off the bench. Kilik and Liz heaved simultaneous sighs, and Maka guessed it wasn't a good day for anyone on her team today.
She squeezed Kilik on the shoulder as he shot her a resigned smile over his shoulder, her mood souring when Black*Star limped loudly back to them, complaining about big tits that distracted him under his breath. There was no pity in her when she smacked Black*Star on his head, called him stupid, and huffed. The irritation she felt reminded her a lot of her stupid papa and his stupid antics. Even though she loved this game to death - which she grudgingly had to admit was also thanks to her father - it was easy to get her riled up during the game. Her stupid papa and his stupid glory days as a professional pitcher for the Death Scythes, a team she still couldn't stand even to this day regardless of how much of a respectable team they were.
A gleam of red caught her eyes, making her grit her teeth, her lip curling into a snarl at Evans' shit-eating grin that was this time aimed at her. She wanted to rip his head off for being so good, but her stomach did these weird flips that reminded her eerily of her first high school crush that had gone nowhere. Only this time, the thing with Soul Evans had gone somewhere far and beyond and out of her control. She growled under her breath and looked off to the side, arms crossed over her chest.
"You're a coward, Evans," Maka snorted, crossing her arms as she turned on her heels to watch his back. He wasn't retreating as she had expected him to do. They had been mutually ignoring each other and wasn't that the most perfect outcome? She didn't want to have an awkward talk with him about what happened last week, but the moment they accidentally passed each other in the hall and he, instead of acknowledging her presence the moment they made eye contact, pulled the front of his cap lower to hide his eyes, made her seethe.
She knew she was making a grave mistake, she could see it from miles away and she had no right to be angry at him for ignoring her when she had been doing the same thing. However, encountering him by himself erased every intention of hers to disregard this man's presence. It delighted her when he turned around to face her, his lips curled into a sneer, his red eyes fierce.
He raised his cap, his gaze full of disdain and desire at once. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Her core ached with the timbre of his voice, her frame trembling when their secret tryst in the locker room came back to her in full force. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, and hoped she could display the...the thing in her eyes that got him so worked up. It was a sick game of seduction and she was too drawn to him to question what she was doing.
"Yes, a coward," she said calmly, though her heart was anything but calm, beating furiously and thudding loudly. "Fucking me like that, and then completely ignoring me. I'd call that cowardly."
He growled out her name, irritation laced in each syllable, and maybe they were being even more careless than last time because this time they were in an empty corridor where anyone could just walk in on them.
"What? You wanna talk about your feelings now?" he spat, clenching his fists. She followed the action faithfully, knowing how his arms would look beneath his shirt, all hard and tense and delicious.
Her breath caught in her throat and she was momentarily too dumbstruck to shoot back a proper retort. "I don't want to talk with you, Evans. Much less about feelings." She faked a laugh and placed her hands on her hips.
"Yet you're here, wasting my time."
It was a harmless comment, nothing to get riled up over, but lately anything that came out of his mouth had the potential to enrage or arouse or do both to her. She decided she'd go with anger for now. She took a few steps towards him, her blood flaring and roaring in her veins as he approached her too. She licked her lips. This was it.
His gaze was heavy lidded, a deep hot shade of burgundy that weakened her knees, made her legs quiver. They might have volleyed a few more insults at each other, but it was a blurry affair, and she wasn't entirely sure what was said. What she did know, however, was that they found their way into a locker room again and she was pressed against the lockers. He stripped her out of her shirt and bra even more quickly than last time, his movements hasty and rushed and desperate. He didn't bother taking her pants or panties off this time, he just pulled them down to her ankles, her mouth working on his neck before he kissed and licked his path down her chest, biting on her nipples, dipping his tongue against her navel and getting onto his knees before her.
She accidentally knocked his baseball cap off his head, her fingers digging into his scalp and tugging at his hair. She liked his hair; it was soft and felt pleasant between her fingers. Soon she was keening and her head banged against the locker behind her as he pleasured her with his tongue. Despite the hurried scramble to get her out of her clothes, he was meticulous with his attention. He rubbed her with his fingers first before he spread her and his licked up her wet slit a few times, drinking her in.
She was a little worried someone might hear her, her hazy green eyes momentarily glancing at the door that was ajar, but then he thrust a finger inside of her and sucked on her clit and all worries were wiped away from her brain. She remembered coming hard and loudly, her hips bucking against his face and her hand giving one last tug on a fistful of white hair.
She could feel his smirk against her sensitive folds as his hands steadied her by the hips. She didn't realize how easily she could just tumble down if it weren't for him. She wanted to glare, but only managed a dazed scowl.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, he hoisted her up and placed her on the narrow bench in the middle of the room. It was slightly uncomfortable, the wood digging between her shoulderblades, but he was huffishly trying to get rid off her pants without bothering to take her shoes and socks off first. It was a little awkward and she giggled at his annoyed expression and the small, pleased smile when he finally took her pants off and threw them away together with her panties.
He didn't bother to undress, just undid his pants, pulling them down with his boxers and he was hard and ready. She was unbearably wet and hot and twitchy and her legs parted readily as he kneeled on the bench, pulling her thighs towards him, her knees over his shoulders. She felt a foolish how she still had her socks on despite being otherwise fully naked, but he didn't seem to mind as he ran his hand over her socks that were still pulled up to her knees, nipping lightly at the inside of her thigh.
She didn't think a desperate fuck in the locker rooms could feel so good, but there she was sobbing and begging this man, who was practically still a stranger, to keep going. She needed something to hold on to, but he wasn't close enough and she wanted to scream at him for not taking his shirt off. But that, too, was soon wiped away from her mind and all she could focus on was how tightly he was gripping her thighs, his fingers leaving red marks, or how forcefully he pushed himself inside of her, how he gritted his teeth and how he kissed her knee, how that gentle gesture made her throb painfully.
She came hard and loudly, more so than during their last romp. The pressure in her belly became unbearable and when he hit a spot within her that made her keen particularly noisily, she found her release, heat sparking up her spine, her arms tingling, her skin a sweaty sensitive mess, her chest heaving with each breath she took.
Their eyes locked for a moment, sweat beading on his brow as his thrusts became more uncoordinated. Letting out a mewl, Maka raised her hips to meet his, rolling them languidly until his voice became needy, dropping down to the lowest timbres that made her toes curl in her shoes. He came with a grunt and nearly crashed into her, but he caught himself in the last second, still buried deep within her. They remained in that position for a while, their hearts drumming frantically in their chests, their blood still boiling in their veins as they tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
No words were exchanged as he slid out of her, making them gasp simultaneously, but Maka made sure to avoid his eyes, made sure to gather her clothes and slip them on after getting cleaned up the best she could. She was grateful for his silence; Soul had kept his teasing remarks at a minimum the last time, too, right after their post-coital bliss had come to an end.
They were Albarn and Evans again, captains and pitchers of their respective teams, not Soul and Maka, who had given in to their passion once more. She didn't say goodbye, neither did he, and Maka swore to herself as she left the building with a deflated slouch to her gait that this was the last time she had sex with Evans.
She had been lying to herself. She had had sex with Soul- uh, with Evans-after that several times with no end in sight, and she was at a point where she grudgingly had to admit to herself that she didn't particularly want to stop their semi-regular trysts in the locker rooms. Phrases like fraternizing with the enemy flitted through her head as she took her position on the pitcher's mound, her shoulder brushing against Soul's as he passed her, his eyes unreadable rather than taunting for once.
Puzzled, Maka bent down and grabbed the rosin bag from behind the mound. She threw the porous bag into the air before she caught it with her ungloved hand, the silky white substance sifting inside, white powder scattering on her palm before she tapped the bag over her wrist and the back of her hand. Fraternizing with the enemy? She snorted. How old was she? Their teams got along well, all things considered. It wasn't unusual for them to go hit the closest bar after a good match; some of the team members had become friends even. Maka would join them only once in a while; college kept her pretty busy.
Their teams weren't enemies, and to insist that she was fraternizing with the enemy by sleeping with Soul was a ridiculous notion. But still, it was just that. She was only sleeping with him. She sighed.
"Yo, Albarn, what's taking you so long?" Soul shouted, sharp teeth bared in a grin, making her eye twitch as she gripped the bag more tightly in her hand. He swung the bat forward as if he were a legitimately good batter as she raised her nose with a scoff. To which he tacked on, "Nervous?"
"Hah! You wish!" She waved the bag in front of her before she threw it into its designated place, eyes narrowed into dangerous green slits. "Need to make sure I have a good grip on the balls," she hissed and bit back a smile at the gobsmacked expression on his face. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped before his wide gaze was gone and a look of pure concentration replaced it. His grip on the bat tightened ever so slightly, his lips curving into a faint grin.
"Oh, I think you know how to handle balls alright," he murmured, making her breath hitch and her skin prickle with heat, flushing with mortification.
She growled under her breath, cursed him into the deepest pits of hell, and tried not to think of all the instances where she handled his balls. She grasped the ball firmly, her anger simmering just beneath the surface of her calm facade as she struck out, the muscles in her arm tensing as she threw the ball with a burst of white powder. Maka let out a gasp. She hadn't meant to throw it that forcefully. If that ball ever hit him, he-
It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion as the ball spun forward. Her heart leapt into her throat, the unwanted dread pooling in the pit of her stomach. But before it could reach him, Soul had already swung his bat and the ball passed him, caught by a stoic Harvar behind him.
"Strike!"
Maka swallowed the panic down, placed her hands on her hips with a smirk. "Looks like you jerked it too early, Evans." A garbled curse she couldn't decipher came out of his mouth as he glowered at her, fists clenched by his sides, all traces of humour gone from his handsome face. His teeth looked like razors in the glinting sun, sharp and cutting like his tongue.
"I can jerk it just fine. Just haven't needed to in a long while." His eyes were gleaming, blazing red and ready to make her combust as her breath stuttered in her lungs, and her mouth pulling into smile was not planned! She averted her gaze to the ground and hoped her cap would cover enough of her face that he wouldn't see her smile and the bright pink hue spreading over her cheeks. She wanted to rip his face off as much as she wanted to jump him right here. Stupid Soul and his stupid witty remarks. And the stupid blush on her face, and the stupid giddiness that made her heart beat faster. She hated that she enjoyed this banter, hated how much fun she was having because… because…
"DUUUUUDE, CAN YOU JUST STOP YOUR GROSS FLIRTING. EWWWW."
Maka flinched, her head snapping up to first land on Soul, who looked as surprised and embarrassed as she, and then to Black*Star, whose face was stuck between a shit-eating grin and a grimace. Their teammates were laughing now, some of them louder (Liz and Patti) and some of them more subdued with their amusement (Kilik, Tsubaki) and most of them just looking torn between uncomfortable and ready to burst into laughter.
"Shut up, Black*Star," she hissed lowly, glaring. But she had to have looked about as threatening as a bristling kitten right now. She wanted to slink off and melt into a puddle of nothing. Letting out a groan, she was about to bury her face in her hand before she remembered the white powder clinging to her palm.
Maka cleared her throat and stood straighter, her shoulders squared. "Okay, stop it! I don't want to hear anymore of it. Let's continue."
Even if took a bit longer than she would have liked for the teams to compose themselves again, she felt relief wash over her that the teasing had stopped. She couldn't deal with it right now. Especially not since she had to figure a lot of stuff out herself. So what if Soul and she had worked out a routine without ever talking about it? So what if she always sought him out after each match? So what if he was already waiting for her, not his sweaty gross self, but his freshly showered, handsome and presentable self.
She sniffed and gripped the ball firmly, her thumb and middle finger resting along the seams of it. Lifting her knee, she rotated her hips as she bent her other knee a little and then struck out. Her blood was roaring in her ears as she swung her arm over her shoulder, her palm pointed inward as her wrist snapped towards Soul. The ball was slow, too slow, and spinning forward before it went downward, before reaching home plate. Soul blinked at her, cocking his head dubiously to the side as she gritted her teeth. Damn it. Why was she so scared of hurting him? He could take it if something happened. Not that she ever would hurt him. She was a damn fine pitcher and knew how to control the balls she threw.
"Come on, Albarn. What was that?" he asked, and for once there was no teasing undertone in his voice. "Don't think so much. Get your head in the game."
It was stupid how encouraging he sounded, as if he wanted her to win. Or was she misjudging him? Maybe he was mocking her again, but her head was so high up in the clouds that she didn't know who was who anymore. There was a quiet murmur of confusion among her teammates, and she could hear Black*Star's obnoxious "What the fuck?" in the background. She paid it no mind because Soul was right. She needed to stop distracting herself.
She kept the ball hidden behind her back this time, shooting him an impish grin as he nervously smirked back before she took a step back and raised her arms. Pivoting her foot, she raised her knee and threw the ball with a relentless sharp snap of her wrist forward. It was nothing but a small white blur as Soul's eyes widened, but then he swung the bat and hit! Her heart was racing as Soul let out an "Oh shit!" as the ball was shooting right at her, a menacing projectile ready to crush her face.
Her body moved before her brain could catch up, her gloved arm shooting out just before the ball could strike her. Everyone seemed to hold their breath before they released it all at once, a shared sigh of relief.
"You… caught that?" Soul asked incredulously.
Maka grinned and, feeling pretty pleased with herself, thrust her arm into the air, the ball embedded in her glove.
"I really think you should ask her out, Soul," Tsubaki said, and Maka really had nothing against the girl. In fact, she seemed like a very sweet person with whom Maka would probably get along really well. However, that sweet, gentle girl had the worst of timing!
Maka's cheek was pressed against the lockers, Soul's arm wrapped around her naked waist as he craned his neck into the direction of his teammate. The teammate who was standing just outside the changing room, only separated from them by the flimsy door that was ajar. The teammate who had decided to make a bit of small talk, oblivious to the fact that her team captain was very intimately pressed against Maka's back. Maka gulped, partly embarrassed and partly aroused and partly relieved that Tsubaki was a well-mannered girl and did not step inside the room.
"Ah, I… maybe I will do that," Soul bit out, the puffs of breath hitting Maka's neck as she closed her eyes and let out the quietest of sighs, shifting her hips ever so slightly. He grunted, the tips of his hair tickling her skin, and they really shouldn't be doing this while Tsubaki was standing just outside the room. It was shameless and perverse and indecent, yet he felt so good pressed up against her like that.
"I'm glad! Because she's a nice girl, and I think she might like you!" Tsubaki continued happily. The scratching noises, the rustling of clothes, coming from outside the locker rooms made Maka's heart slide into her throat, but there were no steps that indicated Tsubaki was coming inside. But moreover, who was this girl Soul was supposed to ask out?! That was the last thing Maka needed to hear!
Soul's grip on her hip tightened, his fingers feathering over sensitive skin as he licked up the shell of her ear before he pulled away to address Tsubaki again. "I don't know about nice," Soul said cheekily as his hand made his way down between her legs. Maka gasped, her back ramrod straight as she threw him a wide-eyed incredulous look over her shoulder. Really? Now?
He tilted his head to the side, his fingers frozen just before their destination, the question clear in his eyes. She motioned with her head in the vague direction of the door and bit her lip as he shrugged, looking far too innocent for someone who was naked with his boner pressed against the ass of the equally naked girl he was fucking on a regular basis. She should stop this nonsense because this was dangerous, this was just… all kinds of wrong! But as the tips of his fingers twitched against her skin, her core clenching, her wet needy folds sensitive and desperate for attention, the surge of excitement that shot through her veins made her arousal spike, her toes curl.
Tsubaki was right out there! And she could stumble upon them at any minute. Just one wrong sound and they were done for, and Maka would never be able to look into the girl's face with anything but shame. Yet, the initial wave of panic had calmed into a dull sense of anxiousness, and the mere thought that they could be caught during sex didn't frighten her as much as it thrilled her in an odd, frenzied, perverse way. She let her head hang, her face flushed, but pushed her hips more firmly against his dick. Soul's lips curled into a slow, wide smile, one corner of his mouth pointed higher than the other as his hand glided between her thighs. She bit her lip as his fingers stroked her leisurely, her breaths flat and fast, her hands braced against the brittle lockers in front of her. Liquid heat stirred in her veins, made her heart race as Tsubaki's voice became nothing more than dim meaningless vowels and syllables stitched together.
Soul shuddered against her when Tsubaki continued, "Maka is a nice girl! And I see the way you look at her all the time. Me and everyone else-" she giggled, "It's actually really cute. You look like such a puppy when you stare at her."
Maka froze on the spot, eyes wide in a way that had only marginally to do with Soul's finger that was now buried inside of her.
"I do not!" he hissed, his finger curling, making her mind go momentarily blank.
"You do. Everyone can see it."
He added another finger, sped his movements up, stoking the fire in her belly as she let out quiet mewl that made Soul curse under his breath and clamp his hand against her mouth.
"Um, is everything okay, Soul?" Tsubaki asked.
"Ah, yeah, no worries." Maka's eyebrows were pulled together as his fingers thrust in and out and his thumb clumsily teased her clit. He was the devil. Her hips bucked against his hand; she was burning up! And she couldn't even listen to Tsubaki's words, very very interesting words, because this devil was intent on driving her crazy, making her keen and sob, thinking his hand was enough to muffle her cries of pleasure. He wouldn't give her any rest! Hazily, she craned her neck a little to look at him again, and the daze of lust cleared, made way for a flare of irritation at his self-satisfied smirk as he tried to maintain his conversation with Tsubaki, deflecting all her questions about Maka, changing the topic whenever he could. Oh, so that was his plan? Distract her, so she wouldn't get to hear that he apparently had a very massive crush on her, even though she was standing right there in front of him as his fingers were fucking her?!
Two could play this game. Even though the bones in her body seemed to have abandoned all function to keep her upright, Maka managed to detach her hand from the locker and make a blind grasp behind her, her fingers tightening around her prize. The strangled groan he let out, unguarded and loud enough for Tsubaki to hear, made her smile as she stroked him. The position was awkward and uncomfortable to maintain, but if it meant she could tease and torture Soul like he had been her, Maka was ready to accept it.
"Soul? Are you okay?"
He laughed uneasily, glaring at Maka's smug grin, as he cleared his throat, "Yeah, I… shit- I, ummmm, just stubbed my toe."
The suspicion oozing out of Tsubaki was palpable enough that Maka could nearly taste it, but the girl didn't say anything further about Soul's weird, wavering voice, or the fact that he was taking a lot of time to get dressed.
"Oh well, I need to go. My brother was going to visit me today. Just think about what I said, okay? Bye, Soul!"
"B-bye-" he gasped as Maka changed the splay of her fingers, stroked the underside of his dick in a way that made him grunt and his knees buckle. Tsubaki shouted something else as the sound of her steps receded, and Maka waited for a few seconds, her heart hammering against her ribs, her lungs stuffed, before she gently yanked his hand away from between her legs and guided his shaft inside of her. They shared a sigh when he was sheathed within her, his chin dropping on top her shoulder as he clutched her hips desperately.
There was no time to waste anymore, the neediness was clawing at her nerves, the arousal in her body unbearable, the tension, the pressure, too much. She let out a muffled sob just as his hand made his way down from her mouth to palm a breast, his fingers tweaking a nipple. Their pace was heady, desperate, fast, his hips slamming against her as she groaned. His cock brushed against a spot that made her keen, her chest heaving as the coiling heat in her stomach boiled over and invaded her veins and limbs.
Her vision went blank for a moment, her orgasm forceful and intense as he thrust a few more times inside of her before he came, her name a cry of pleasure on the tip of his tongue. They stood there like that for a few minutes as their breathing and heart rates calmed down, and they somehow managed to stand, even though Maka's knees felt like they were stuffed with pudding, her world askew, her legs and arms quivering in the aftermath.
She opened her eyes - when had she closed them? - and turned around slowly, his arms still around her, glancing up at him meekly as the breath she took rattled her chest. This was the part where she quickly got dressed and left, not the part where he stared at her like an adoring boyfriend. But his eyes were warm and soft, and it made no sense at all. This was another of their quick fucks in the locker rooms and he was just-
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, cradling her chin gently. It wasn't by far the first kiss they'd shared, but it was definitely the first kiss like this. When he pulled away, she was breathless again, and felt exposed in ways she didn't want to.
Maka sighed as she took her cap off and crushed it in her white-knuckled grip as her teammates were chattering animatedly, but even they weren't their usual excited selves. Their conversations were more subdued, more one-sided and laced with weariness. Once the initial excitement about her catching Soul's ball had died, the rest of the match remained pretty uneventful.
It hadn't been the smoothest of choices to just leave him there after that, but she had felt overwhelmed, unable to articulate what she was feeling. Hell, she didn't even know what she was feeling! She liked having sex with him, but she really didn't know him well enough to say she actually liked him.
She felt like such a bitch. Or maybe his stupid puppy dog expression when he had timidly apologized to her for that unintended line drive just made her inadvertently feel bad about something she wasn't supposed to. Was he still going to wait for her after the debacle from last time? She took a quick shower, got dressed, and bid her teammates and the girls of the other team goodbye as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Her muscles were weary, but there was nothing like a good workout, even if she had been more busy with her thoughts than the actual game today.
Fishing out her phone when she arrived at the bus stop just a few metres from the small baseball club building, she checked the time and grimaced. Usually, the extra time she had to wait for the bus to take her home was not an issue, since she knew to spend it well… with Soul. Maka clutched the belt of her bag in a firmer grip, her throat constricting with guilt. Maybe she should have said something to Soul. He was probably waiting for her. Damn it. Digging the heel of her hand into her eye socket, she stood up stiffly and turned towards the club building-
-only to see the unmistakable silhouette of Soul jogging towards her, his own massive bag bouncing against his back with each step. Maka clenched her fists as the strap of the bag dug uncomfortably against her neck and she gulped, her nervousness skyrocketing.
"Hey," he gasped as he came to a halt a few paces in front of her, his chest heaving, his hair wet from the shower.
"Hey," she whispered demurely, kicking the dust in front of her.
Soul rubbed the back of his neck before his hands took refuge on the straps of his back, his knuckles white. She almost giggled, but couldn't tell why this amused her so. Maybe she was losing it now; had he actually fucked her brains out? She bit back a strangled laugh.
"You didn't come, so I was wondering where you were, and yeah, Liz told me you would be here…" he trailed off awkwardly.
"Yeah, I just… I don't know." She averted her gaze to their shadows against the grey concrete crossing together. "I hope you weren't waiting for me." He obviously had been! She bit her lip, tempted to smack herself, but remained rooted on the spot.
"Don't worry about it. I just… maybe it was good you didn't come to me today." An icy shudder ran through her veins as she perked up, eyes wide, locking with his conflicted gaze.
"What do you mean?" she breathed as her heart jumped into her throat.
"It's just-" he exhaled sharply, closing his eyes and reopening them before he continued, "it helped me to clear my head a little and sort out my thoughts and-"
"It was a mistake," Maka cut in, voice soft, as her shoulders sagged, not only dragged down by the weight of her bag.
"Huh?"
"Us. It was a mistake, right? That's why you're suddenly so gloomy and somber, because you came to tell me this." What was she saying? And why was she sounding like a sad girl who was being broken up with? They weren't together! And wouldn't this be a neat way to resolve the whole… the whole whatever it was they had going on?
"A mistake, huh? I dunno about that," he said, his grin humourless, "I mean, it's been going on for what? Four months? I actually… I just wanted to say that I don't usually do this. Just sleep with a girl like that."
"What?" Her brows furrowed as she regarded him cautiously, a sinking feeling swirling inside her stomach. He sighed, almost exasperated, and it made her want to sling her bag over her shoulder and smack him in the face.
"I mean without knowing the girl first. I usually date the girls I sleep with, so… uh, yeah."
Maka blinked. He blinked back. The silence that stretched between them made him fidget, rake his fingers through his hair as he gritted his teeth and looked at her like a petulant child.
"It means I want to take you out. On a date."
"O-oh?" Her cheeks were crawling with heat as she swallowed down the jumble of emotions in her throat. Why was she so surprised by this? She shifted on the spot, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she stared to the left. "But why? You barely know me."
"That's why people go out on dates, duh. To get to know each other better," he said, his voice wavering, his eyes flitting back and forth anxiously. "Is that a no?"
Her eyes focused on him once more, the crouched tilt of his shoulders, the nerve that jumped in his throat and the nervousness that flickered in his eyes. The sinking feeling in her stomach vanished as the fluttery sensation of butterflies running amok replaced it, and Maka's face broke out into a beaming smile.
"No-" she shook her head at his crestfallen face, "I mean yes, I mean urgh, I would like to go on a date with you."
He heaved a heavy sigh, eyes full of relief, as he laughed shakily and grinned from ear to ear.
"Awesome! When do you have time?"
Even though there were still a few lingering doubts, Maka was looking really forward to getting to know him better. It would be a few weeks later when they met for their date, a match between the Death Scythes and the Meisters. They both met in front of the stadium wearing jerseys of the opposing teams, which made them at first burst into a fit of laughter before Maka couldn't help but taunt him about rooting for the Death Scythes, teasing he happily returned. He never failed to laugh at her when the Meisters messed up and the Death Scythes scored.
But all things considered, they made it through the game remaining relatively civil, and Maka agreed to another date. If they could still remain on friendly terms while rooting for opposing teams, they could definitely make this whole dating thing work out.