DISCLAIMER: I BROKE MY WRIST. SO SORRY FOR ANY BAD SPELLING OR GRAMMER, I TRIED TO RECHECK IT. ANYWAY I OWN SOUL EATER THANK YOU I WIN.
He was in her bed. Actually no, they were in a bed together.
"Soul you're an idiot." She growled as she lay starring at the sun reflecting from the ceiling.
"Apparently, so what did I do this time?" he asked as he glanced over at his fuming miester.
"One of us needs to get up." She snarled as she tried once again to move her immobile legs. Soul took notice finally of his small problem between his own legs. Maka had noticed it too. How uncool. Normally he would not have had a problem with this little issue. Of course he did have a problem with his mouth.
"I can't move, my backs pretty pained at the moment." He hissed elevating himself some to emphasize the shooting pains. Maka blushed as she lay still while her weapon attempted to fix the problem by muttering things under his breath. Last night flashed through her head, the images like fire spreading throughout her system. For years she had wanted her weapon as more than her weapon. Of course her parents were a testament to why that could never happen. Although Soul told her countless times they were nothing like her parents or his.
"Here let me help." She whispered as she sunk lower to his groin. Soul wisely stayed silent as his miester exposed his throbbing erect member. Judging by the size of her eyes and the gasp she made, she loved what she saw. An overwhelming sense of accomplishment washed through him and his ego. He peaked even more as she began licking and fondling his lower region. The sensation was intoxicating as he tried in vain to not buck into her.
"God, yes Maka please keep it up." Soul begged feeling slightly foolish and uncool at being reigned by such a small pigtailed bookworm. It was both their first times and he was Cumming fast. As he released he made a quiet vow to lie about the time. Yes he couldn't hold it for five minutes but for his ego he would lie to his buddies face's when bragging.
"Soul your quiet, did I do something wrong?" Maka's worried voice brought Soul to his senses.
"Huh, no way you were perfect. I was just thinking about nothing important. I love you. You know that right?" he asked as he kissed her nose. Maka giggled nodding her head as he continued to love on her. The pain in his back was beginning to fade as Maka felt Soul's tongue flash against her bare neck.
"S-Soul?" she whimpered as he allowed his hands to roam up her shirt to her breast. Just as he was about to lift the thin fabric the door burst open and a flash of blue rushed in.
"I THE GREAT BLACKSTAR ORDER YOU TO PROCLAIM YOUR LOVE!" he yelled pointing at the two red faced partners on the bed.
"S-sorry, he just doesn't want to be a test subject for the witches anymore." Crona explained as he walked in. Soul glared at his blue haired friend in disgust. The many times he had hung around the idiot he never wanted to kill him as much as he did now. Suddenly he took on a more mature look.
"Oops, my bad. We're you about to get laid?" he asked as Crona went red-faced and glanced at Maka. Soul didn't have to even move; not like he could, before Maka used a nearby book to murder the assassins little brain cells.
"Crona, will you take Blackstar to Angelia please. I fear our friend hit his head." Maka said in false sweetness causing the injured scythe to wince and sulk back into his pillows. Crona nodded his head before dragging the unconscious boy from the room and closing the door.
"Where were we?" she asked as Soul eyed her wearily. Maka looked confused thinking she had scared him somehow.
"Um, look, you may have forgotten abit of your past but I have not." Soul whimpered. Maka still looked confused till she noticed Soul's gaze fixed on the hardcover book still in her hand.
"Wimp." She muttered before throwing the book beside her. Once that disappeared Soul returned to his normal pervy self. That was until a book collided with his head.
"Ow, Maka what the hell? And no warning what did I do?" he asked messaging his head.
"You made a smart comment about my amnesia." She stated before getting off the bed to retrieve breakfast.
"My mouth has got to be my worst enemy right now." The scythe mumbled angrily.
