SoMa Week 2014
By: KarmaAliceFowl009
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater *cries away into the sunset* Also, I was a day early with day 1 ^^;
Summary: Day 2- Hormones are a terrible thing to begin with. Add a lack of locked doors to the equation and only terrible things can come from it.
Rating: M (suggestive content)
Chapter 2: Nosebleed
Maka knew that even though Soul was a weapon, the last Death Scythe to be exact, he was still a hormonal teenage boy at heart. When putting away his laundry as he lazed on the couch, she found his collection of porn magazines tucked away under his t-shirts. She always noticed that the tissues seemed to disappear and her favorite lotion had less and less in it everytime she went to put it on, which was strange because she only wore it on special occasions. When she finally put the pieces together, she shuddered in disgust. Men could be such pigs. What really took the cake, though, was when she heard him calling her name from his room, groaning in what she thought was pain. Panicking, she ran to his room, throwing the door open, armed with a book. That's when she came face to face with a heavily-panting, blushing, and very flustered Soul who was scrambling to lift his pants to cover his erection. Her face turned ten shades of red as she dropped her book in horror of what she just walked in on. What was more disturbing was that he was saying HER name while he was doing… that. "S-sorry!" she squeaked, turning around and swiftly running out of the room. She was a flustered mess as she hid in her bedroom. She couldn't believe that she just witnessed her weapon masturbating to thoughts of her! She didn't know whether to be disgusted or flattered in a strange way from knowing that he was thinking of her when he pleasured himself. She shuddered again, vowing to erase what she had seen from her memory permanently.
That was easier said than done, however. Every time she saw him after that incident, she couldn't help but picture him moaning her name as his hand worked himself closer to release. When his eyes would catch hers, she would squeak and turn away from him, a light blush covering her cheeks. His face would turn red as well once he realized why she couldn't look at him without becoming a blushing mess. God it sucked being a guy with needs. Needless to say, many awkward moments passed between them after the incident. It got to the point where Maka couldn't even look at Soul anymore because her mind created scenes where instead of him pleasuring himself, it was HER pleasuring him as he moaned her name over and over again. She began to hide in her room, afraid that the memories combined with her newly-developed raging hormones would spell disaster. Soon enough, the hormones built up until she was a sexually frustrated girl, which was not a good thing for Soul since she was very easy to anger now. It was his fault after all! He shouldn't have been doing that when she was in the house for crying out loud! As her frustration began to amount, his head was not safe from her books at all. The littlest things he did pissed her off to no end.
"Damnit woman! Quit being so fucking moody!" he yelled after she gave him a particularly hard hit to the skull after he forgot to close the cabinet door all the way.
"Quit being an asshole!" she yelled. She knew she was being unreasonable but damnit! She was pissed.
"What the fuck ever Maka," he spat, grabbing his jacket to leave the apartment. He was pretty sure if he stayed much longer, he was going to end up strangling her, which would not be good at all. He slammed the door on his way out, which irritated Maka further.
"Stupid men!" she yelled, stomping off to her room. She knew she was overreacting, but she was so stressed lately from the incident that she couldn't help that she took it out on Soul. Maybe she just needed a nice, hot, relaxing bubble bath to ease the stress away. She grabbed her towel and stripped down in the bathroom as she ran the water for her bath, pouring the frothy liquid in until decent sized bubbles formed. She slid into the tub, careful to not have any water slosh over. It felt heavenly against her tensed muscles and she moaned lightly. She slid further into the water, purring in delight as she loosened up. This was just what she needed. Her eyes fluttered close and her mind began to wander as she relaxed. Before long, however, her mind began to conjure up images of the incident and she groaned. Her body started feeling hot and she was all flustered since the memories shifted into fantasies of him kissing all over her body, caressing her intimately as she lied beneath him, purring and moaning his name. "Damnit!" she cursed. The bath was supposed to help her calm down, not excite her more! It was then a not-so-innocent-thought occurred to her. She was alone, why not get rid of the issue herself? It's not like Soul was going to walk in since he left in a fit. Also, it wasn't the first time she had rid herself of these issues, though it WOULD be the first time that she thought about Soul as she did so. She pondered this for a few moments before throwing caution to the wind. She needed to relax before she snapped, and if it took her touching herself to make that happen, then so be it. Determined, her hands slid downward, one heading for her breasts and the other towards her heat as she thought of Soul and the ways he could pleasure her.
"Damn I'm such an ass," Soul muttered as he walked into their apartment, sulking. After taking a ride out of Death City to cool off, he realized that he shouldn't have blown up on Maka like he did. She had seemed stressed ever since she walked in on him, and he knew that he was to blame for that. Stupid hormones. In hopes of appeasing her, he went to the market and got her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, daisies, and a bag of chocolates as a token of his apology. He grabbed a vase and put the flowers in it and placed them and the chocolates on the counter before heading to her room to try and talk to her. Her door was open and he peeked in, confused when he didn't see her. His blood ran cold when he heard her scream his name at the top of his lungs. What if something happened to her? She screamed again and he barreled into the bathroom, where her screams were coming from, his arm already transformed into a scythe. "Maka! What's wro-" he started, but was cut off from a very wet and soapy Maka screaming in pleasure as she came. Blood started running down his nose and his pants became very uncomfortable. Her eyelids fluttered open as she panted heavily, and her blood ran cold as she saw Soul standing there with blood pouring out of his nose, mouth agape as he watched her.
"GET OUT!" she screamed, throwing whatever she could get her hands on at him in embarrassment.
"S-sorry!" he choked out, arm transforming back and reaching up to stop his nosebleed as he ran out of the room, mortified that he didn't see this coming. She slunk back into the water, fresh waves of embarrassment rushing over her. 'Guess we're even now,' she thought darkly to herself as she dunked her head under the water, trying to hide. Man, did they need to learn how to lock the doors.
A/N: Day 2 down! Read and Review my lovelies! Hope you enjoyed this one! I know I had fun writing it! How I love to torture these two *insert evil laugh*
