A Simple Story of Two Souls

by TokyoFlame

This story focuses primarily on Maka and Soul, our well-loved Meister and Weapon who are now in their early teens and studying in University. This will be an exploration of how they continue their journey together, along with other characters.

2. Chapter 2

Soul Eater characters will never belong to me *weeps*

CHAPTER 2: To Live With The Aftermath

Maka stirred slowly, her eyes were uncharacteristically heavy with sleep. She tried to stretch in bed, as she always did every morning, but something was in her way. Her hands patted around her uncertainly, finally landing on another pair of hands which were loosely strewn around her waist.

She blinked twice before the events of last night flooded her quickly, and her body flushed up in embarrassment before her mind even registered the memory. She realised it probably wasn't a duvet wrapped around her, but another body strapped closely to her back.

"Good morning."

That deep voice answered her speculation. It used to greet her in the bathroom where they would brush their teeth, or in the kitchen when one or the other was preparing breakfast.

It greeted her for more than a decade, almost every morning.

But now, it was whispered right into her ear.

"... in bed. Cuddled together after se-"

Maka blushed furiously as she couldn't complete her own thoughts.

"G-G-Good morning."

She felt Soul stir rapidly behind her, and she knew it was definitely in response to her stuttered greeting.

"Oi, you're not freakin' out on me... are you?"

Maka swore she could just feel Soul's intense stare, her back felt like burning up. She remained adamently still, refusing to turn around to look at him.

"O-of course not! I'm just not good in the mornings."

"Maka..."

Soul sighed audibly. He knew Maka was bad at lying, and her excuses were unfortunately very lame too.

"How long have we lived together? You're telling me you are bad in the mornings? Do you even know how funny that sounds?"

Maka curled herself up into a fetal position, clutching the bedsheets as she did so. She was already regretting her words as she said them. She felt Soul shuffle around behind her, and then gasped as a forceful hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her over so she was lying flat on his bed again.

"S-Soul..."

She bit her lip nervously and looked away, knowing Soul was probably angry again. She wasn't good with emotions, she never really knew what to say or do.

She wondered if she could ever make Soul happy for once.

"Y'know, your resistance is really cute."

"Wha-!?"

Before she knew it, she was fully pinned down by Soul and a demanding pair of lips seized hers relentlessly. She uttered and struggled, her protests coming out in muffled little cries.

But she already knew she couldn't win against Soul...

... until that was when her eyes fell on the alarm clock on the table.

"HMPPHH!!!!"

Maka mustered all her strength and pushed Soul away from her.

"We're late for classes today, Soul! Hurry up and get ready!"

"Huh!? We just celebrated a big milestone in our relationship, and you wanna spend the day after our big night studying in school!?"

Maka wasn't heeding as she quickly hopped out of Soul's bed and made her way towards her room. Soul noticed that her hair was dishevelled, her white dress in disarray. His heart jumped, knowing why she looked so messy.

"She reeks of sex. With me."

He grinned almost evilly.

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Soul heard the shower start as he took off his own crumpled white shirt and jeans. They were very late for the morning classes, although they could still attend the ones at noon.

He was SO not in the mood for studying. He'd rather cuddle in bed with Maka, but it defeated the purpose if she wasn't there. And since he got his way with her last night, he knew he should listen to her.

For now.

Usually, he had to wait until Maka finished her shower and vacated the bathroom. But this time, he walked in while Maka was still bathing behind the shower curtain.

"S-SOUL!?"

"Relax, I wanna brush my teeth. It saves time for me."

"O-Oh, I see... d-don't peek!"

Soul chuckled under his breath at Maka's uneasiness. But he wasn't going to push it, he knew Maka needed time to adjust.

"Hai, hai. Your command is absolute. I will not come near you at all."

"Until at least your guard is down."

Soul merrily brushed his teeth as Maka warily eyed the curtain like an eagle.

"This is not good! I don't have time to change my mindset about Soul!"

Maka had wanted to buy time for herself, to sit down and take a deep breath, mull over what happened with Soul last night, run through the consequences and cherish their confessions.

Everything.

She knew they had jumped past the physical hurdle between them, and Soul was still being a gentleman for not assuming that she didn't mind him seeing her naked. After all, Soul had already seen her lower bits, but he hadn't touched her chest yet.

"Geez, he just went straight for the jackpot, didn't he? My chest was probably not enticing to him."

Still, she couldn't go around flaunting herself around him. She didn't have that disposition.

"Oh no! What do I tell Papa!?"

Maka felt an uncomfortable knot in her stomach. She couldn't bear to imagine breaking the news to her father that Soul and her were... well, dating. There was NO way she could tell him the entire story. Having 2 Deathscythes kill each other wasn't a good idea. Shinigami-sama wouldn't be too pleased, obviously.

"But... but I'm really a woman now. Soul and I..."

She soaped herself slowly, a little smile forming as she remembered his whispers, his lingering touches, his pressure on her hips, his heat as he craved for her. Goosebumps formed on her skin, the memory was still fresh on her mind and body.

"Maka, don't take too long. I need to scrub myself down soon. And if you have some time, can you quickly prepare some toasts that we can eat while walking to school? Otherwise, I'll do it."

"S-sure. No worries, I'll do it."

"Ou, sankyuu."

Maka heard the bathroom door shut softly, and she sighed with relief.

"I think I do need a little more time."

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When Soul stepped into the foggy shower stall, he was a little peeved that it was already so steamy. But the fact that Maka had showered here a few moments ago pacified him easily. As the water hit his body, he groaned out loud, enjoying the refreshing sensation.

He liked the fact that Maka was still modest. He had to admit that he would prefer a shy Maka to tease with, rather than a wanton one. And anyway, she wasn't made to flirt or be proactive in such areas. He didn't mind, he loved leading her in all sorts of ways.

"And there's more of her to explore, in many long nights to come. Living together sure has its perks."

Smirking to himself, he hopped out of the bathroom and quickly threw on a dark blue jacket with black jeans. As he shuffled to the kitchen in his bedroom slippers, he halted to gaze at the long-haired girl busily spreading butter on toasts for both of them.

As if on cue, Maka stopped and looked up at him, their eyes holding each other for a while. She then blushed slightly and resumed focusing on her task at-hand.

"You're quick this time."

"B-because we're late."

Maka mumbled as she hurriedly stashed the butter back into the fridge. Soul brought out a new jug of orange juice from the cabinet and filled 2 cups with it.

"This usual lifestyle we always had... it's having a different twist to it now."

Maka could feel the difference almost immediately, and she wondered if Soul felt it too. It was hard to describe, she couldn't even convey her feelings properly.

"Ne, Maka. Do you feel like we're no longer housemates, but rather... like newlyweds?"

"Eeh!?"

"Why, Soul!? You've beaten me to it again! Why are you so spot-on with such things!?"

"Well, don't you think so? We've done this since forever, but we don't interpret anything from it. But this morning brings about a different mood. I think this feeling will remain when we get married... no, wait, there IS a difference."

Maka raised an eyebrow in anticipation.

"Your dad will have to give you away to ME, and he'll have to finally accept the fact that we'll be sleeping together. For eternity. Period."

Maka's jaw dropped in horror.

"Soul! You're not going to-"

"Nah, I won't breathe a word to anyone. But I don't mind you telling anyone you feel comfortable with."

Maka smiled in gratitude, her head tilted shyly to one side.

"Thanks, Soul."

Soul felt his heart miss a beat.

"Argh, don't do that Maka. You'll make me want to do rash things to you."

"Alright, here you go. I made double portions for you. We gotta leave now!"

"Thanks for that. I'm really hungry, thanks to the workout we had last night."

"SOUL!"

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As the two were approaching the college grounds, Maka's expression grew serious. She knew Soul was willing to wait, or rather, allow her to reveal their newfound relationship at her own pace to other parties.

But, she also felt that it was wrong to have been so intimate with Soul, and yet express nothing about their connection at all.

"Am I being unfair to him?"

She glanced over at her white-haired lover, who was casually walking beside her, keeping his usual distance and pace. He had both hands shoved into his jacket's pockets, a habit he had since their soul-collecting days. He looked back at her and smiled, albeit it was tender and loving. But it was also brief, and would easily be missed if one wasn't keenly observing.

Maka realised, to her dismay, that she couldn't properly focus during her lessons all afternoon.

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"Maka-chan! Soul-kun!"

Both stopped and turned around, already expecting to see Tsubaki waving from a distance. Black Star was also with her, a wide malicious grin of sorts covering his face.

Soul positively felt trapped.

"Yo, Soul! Maka! How come both of you aren't lovey dovey yet? No hot news to announce? What happened last night?"

Maka's eyes opened WIDE in terror as her mouth dropped open. Soul groaned and slapped his forehead with his palm.

"S-o-u-l? What does Black Star mean?"

"Well... it's a long story."

Her initial surprise melted into indignation. Very quickly.

"I'll L-O-V-E to hear it from you."

Black Star chuckled under his breath, watching Maka crack her knuckles, knowing he had done his damage for now.

"Oi Maka, chill! Don't be too hard on him. I just talked some sense into this old fella here, to clear his brain and all that. You'd be surprised how much dust there was! Anyway, thanks to the GREAT BLACK STAR, he got his thoughts sorted out, and I kinda talked him into preparing the scene for your return. But yeah, that was about it. Don't know what happened after that though. Care to share!?"

Maka digested this new piece of information very quickly, somewhat relieved that Soul had also been fearful and uncertain of his feelings as she was, and that Black Star didn't really know what happened between the both of them.

But as she looked to Tsubaki, she noticed that the kindly weapon already had a knowing look in her eyes. Maka bit her lip and blushed. Women's instincts were usually lethal. She wouldn't be able to weasel out from sharing with Tsubaki later.

"Mr Idiot, if there's anything which we need to tell you, Maka will do that in due time. For now, we're really on good terms. We've mended our relationship."

Soul delivered that with such great conviction, Black Star didn't seem to doubt a single bit of it. In fact, it was the truth, but Soul just didn't reveal the whole truth. Maka was suddenly really glad that she was loved by Soul, and that she loved him too.

"Well then, this is a cause for a celebration. Both of you must have a lot of catching up to do! Black Star and I will take our leave. Hope to have dinner with both of you sometime soon!"

"W-wait Tsubaki, why are we leaving now? I have yet to- OI, OI...!!"

A determined Tsubaki started dragging Black Star away by his hand, as he spluttered and protested in confusion. Soul and Maka could only look on helplessly.

"As some say, don't mess with a woman huh."

Maka chuckled softly at Soul's comment, and he glanced over at her curiously.

"Tsubaki must have somewhat caught on, Soul."

"Yeah, I could tell."

"Coincidentally, she talked some sense into me last evening too, before I came home."

"Really?"

"Wait... could this be a setup by BOTH of them!?"

"Maka, does it matter? They know we had a rough few years together, so they just wanted to help. I don't think they anticipated that we took it all the way, but in any case, it's great since they DID achieve what they wanted for us."

"Soul, d-don't keep saying such things in public."

"Huh?"

"You know, like taking it all the way, and terms like that. What if some people overhear you?"

Soul stared at Maka for some time until she pouted.

"What!?"

"I really want to announce to the whole world that you're mine, that I had my fill of you and I could never have enough of you. I just want to devour you whole, Maka Albarn. I have my fantasy of roughing you up in my internal world. Hmm, do you like your black dress still?"

"SOUL!"

"But yes, I'll refrain from saying that in public. Next time."

Soul was gleeing, somewhat maniacally from ear to ear. Maka huffed in exasperation, but she was really touched from his feelings for her. He was always so straightforward, never wavering from his target, aiming straight for it. In fact, his love for her was so wide and encompassing that she always felt warm and safe in his embrace.

As she recalled waking up to his body warmth in the morning, she realised she wanted to wake up to that for the rest of her life.

With an uncharacteristic surge of courage and love, she walked up to Soul and took him by surprise.

She held his hand.

In public.

"M-Maka?"

This time, it was Soul who looked uncertain.

"Soul, I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to hold your hand and... I feel I owe you at least this little bit of gesture."

Maka almost melted as Soul returned her proactiveness with a tender gaze, one that reflected a deep, unfettered love and a desire for her that burned in his eyes.

"You make me very happy, m'dear."

He brought up her hand to kiss it chastely, although he kept his eyes trained on her, those orbs reflecting a yearning for her. Maka had to look away, it made her feel weird inside again.

"Well then, shall we go home?"

Maka nodded silently, slowly adjusting to the sensation of holding Soul's hand as they walked.

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Soul brandished a cooking pot of soup around, one hand reaching up into the cabinet to retrieve some bottles of spice. He was at ease in the kitchen, focusing on that splattering fish fillet on the frying pan, whilst busily attending to other things.

Setting the cooking pot down on the stove, he carefully flipped the fillet and casually sprinkled some salt on it. His headband kept his hair away from the food, the apron being a little short for him as it was more suited for Maka's height.

Still, Maka couldn't help but appreciate Soul as she looked on at him from behind. She had a newfound affection for him, for all the things he had done all along, but now brought on in a much different light.

"Why do I find him so appealing in that apron now?"

"Maka."

She jumped to attention, realising that Soul hadn't turned around once at all, but already knew she was standing at the kitchen door.

"Go and set the table, I'll be ready in a few minutes."

"O-OK."

Maka scooted off, feeling a bit shy that Soul could have found out she was staring at him. Still, she comforted herself since he wouldn't possibly knew what she had been thinking. As she set the utensils ready, she wondered why they didn't do this earlier. On hindsight, it wasn't so bad to have crossed the line.

"... together, of course. Would have been mortifying if either one of us didn't feel the same."

As she tucked her hair behind her ear, she didn't know that Soul had just stepped out of the kitchen. He laid his eyes on her as she smiled sweetly, lost in her thoughts as she tenderly put her hair in place.

"And she's mine. All mine."

"Oh Soul, you're already out... what did you cook?"

"Pan-fried salmon fillet, with a dash of olive oil and some lemongrass. We've also got rice and a pot of soup stewing. It'll be ready in a bit."

"Wow, that sounds a bit fancy."

"Well, we've got some crazy leftovers in the fridge. I thought we'd use them up and then go shop for new groceries. Need a change around here sometimes."

"A change..."

Soul noticed Maka's reaction, and he grinned.

"Yes, we changed, didn't we?"

"Huh? Oh... yes we did."

Maka smiled sheepishly and scratched her head, a sign that she was slowly easing into their new relationship. Bits of her usual characteristics were returning without her feeling too self-conscious.

Soul thought that was a very good sign.

"I'll go check on the soup."

Maka hopped up from her chair and strolled into the kitchen, whilst Soul flipped the telly on.

"Maka, when did Blair say she'll be back?"

"I'm not sure, she never really gave us a return date."

"Y'sure it's still appropriate for her to live with us?"

Maka frowned as she reappeared with gloved hands, holding the steaming pot of soup.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, obviously I want you for myself. And having Blair around is obstructive to our private affairs. We won't be able to do what we like."

Maka placed the pot down and smiled slyly at Soul.

"You mean, you won't be able to do what you like."

"Heh, whatever. I'm ready to get rid of anything as long as I get to do what I want with you. Anytime, anywhere."

"Well Mr Evans, you sound highly arrogant! What makes you think I'll submit every time?"

"Because just as much as I want you, you want me too."

Soul kept his eyes on Maka as he took a mouthful of rice purposefully, teasing her with his smirk. Maka pouted and looked away, digging into her food noisily.

"Grr... why does Soul keep pushing my buttons like this?"

"Anyway, we need to talk to Blair whenever she returns."

"I'LL talk to her. You'll hardly get a word across once she transforms into humanoid form."

"Hey, it's not my fault. Every man will get that reaction when caught by surprise like that."

"Yeah, she is amply equipped, whereas I am so minimally endowed that you didn't even show an interest."

"... excuse me?"

Maka froze. She knew she'd gone and said it. If she could turn back time, she wanted to do it this very instant. Soul would catch on quickly, she could hear his brain working.

"Oh you great big i-d-i-o-t! I wasn't really offended! Why did I go and say that?"

Soul was staring intensely at her, his eyes narrowing to a slit. His chopsticks poised in mid-air, and a bowl of rice cradled in his hand, he realised what Maka was bristling with.

"Y-you're actually annoyed that I didn't touch your... breasts?"

Maka buried her face into her hands. She was Absolutely Mortified.

"Soul Eater Evans! Just pretend I didn't say anything. Stop thinking and start eating!"

"For Pete's sake, I can't hear a damn thing you just said. You're being muffled again."

Maka reluctantly uncovered her face, a reddish hue had spread all over her cheeks.

"Just forget everything."

"Hell no. This is absolutely vital to me. I aim to please you, y'know."

"Don't joke now! It's not funny!"

"Hang on, since when did I say I was being funny? You actually still doubt me when I say I'll do anything for you? ... even die for your sake?"

"Soul..."

"Look, I got carried away last night. All I wanted to do was to please you, but I had my needs and I couldn't really rein them in. I'm sorry I didn't lavish attention on your br-"

"Soul, just... just don't keep saying that word. For my sake."

Soul wanted to chuckle, but he decided against it since Maka looked redder than tomatoes.

"Right... I'm sorry I didn't turn my attention to your chest. I'll compensate you on that later."

"W-wha...?"

"Eat up, we have a long night ahead of us."

"S-Soul!"

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Maka listened nervously to the sounds of Soul washing the dishes. She was sitting on the couch, watching nothing on telly even though it was switched on. The visuals weren't registering, her mind was working furiously on what to anticipate later.

She resented it that Soul managed to gobble down his dinner so casually whilst her nerves worked up a tribal storm.

"How am I to remain calm when Soul insinuated that between us later?"

She tugged at the helm of her skirt, irritated that Soul always seemed to have an upper hand. Here she was, almost quaking with nervous anticipation, whilst he was actually whistling now. How was that possible?

Her heart skipped when she saw Soul enter the living room, and flop down next to her on the couch. One lazy arm landed on her shoulders and she was drawn nearer to his body, finding the position perfect for leaning her head on his chest. Another hand took over the remote control, and he started to flip through the channels.

"Just like in the past, except that I am snuggled up to Soul."

"Again, there's nothing good on telly. Maybe we need to get paid channels."

Maka felt his body warmth, and the vibration around his chest as he spoke. She started to relax, and she knew she could, because it was just Soul after all.

"What's better on paid channels?"

"Well, there's the latest blockbusters. And then, there's always porn."

"Soul..."

He winced when Maka twisted his arm in response.

"Kiddin', kiddin'."

Maka realised Soul wore the same anguished expression he had, when she stepped on his foot accidentally whilst Soul tried to teach her dancing.

"That was a long time ago."

"Soul, I stopped entering into your soul for some time now, haven't I?"

Some silence ensued, Soul's breathing becoming a little erratic.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, because you triggered my memory of you trying to teach me how to dance. We did that when you and I were-"

"I remember that very well."

Maka looked up at Soul who was already regarding her with a serious, apprehensive expression.

"You rejected me several times, Maka. Remember... ?"

"Yes, I did."

Maka's eyes grew soft as she snuggled up closer to Soul. She felt his embrace tighten around her.

"I'm sorry, I had my issues."

"Are they well and truly dealt with?"

"Well... not all of them, but I know I can count on you."

Soul carefully planted a kiss on Maka's forehead in appreciation.

"Invite me in, Soul."

"As you say, my Meister."

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Maka's eyes opened slowly, but she already knew she had stepped deep into Soul's internal world. That familiar and weird blues piece tinkled in the background, immediately casting an old feel to the environment.

"It's actually good to be back again."

"I'm glad to know that."

Maka spun around and her mouth opened slightly in surprise. Having stopped Soul Resonating with him for a long while, she had quite forgotten how Soul looked in his world.

Also, now he could hear her thoughts.

She ran her eyes appreciatively up and down her soulmate, his lean tall frame decked handsomely in that dark black pinstriped suit, the lush deep magenta shirt complimenting that broodish package almost like rich champagne. Black luxurious polished shoes clicked on the marble floor as he started to walk to her, his black slim tie tucked properly in place underneath the suit jacket.

"How... seductive."

That was the last thought in Maka's mind as Soul gathered her in his arms and doved deep into her lips, hovering over her possessively. Maka was a little overwhelmed by his force, her legs starting to buckle as she stood on those heeled dress shoes.

Soul slowly released her, a thin long line of their saliva trailing as he stood back from her.

"I'll say the same for you, Maka."

He smiled almost arrogantly as he took in the beautiful girl standing before him, looking temptingly innocent with flushed cheeks from their kiss. Her lithe but strong body was superbly complimented by her tight-fitting black dress, with black gloves showing off her elegant hands, and her honey-coloured long hair standing out against her all-black attire. Her slender legs were arched by the heels, giving her body a posture that could only belong to the feminine form.

A form that Soul felt positively weak against.

"Maka, you look ravishing."

She smiled in response, blushing a little at the compliment. Suddenly, she began looking around their environment.

"What is it?"

"Do you still have that impish demon lurking around?"

"No, it's just us."

Maka looked at him, she was still in doubt. The Black Blood was positively purged from Soul during his evolution to Deathscythe status, especially since the Black Blood could not survive being handled by Shinigami-sama. Still, Maka knew tricky issues such as these weren't always straightforward.

"Are you sure, Soul?"

"Yes, Maka."

Soul pulled up an antique chair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other regally. He propped his face up with one hand on the arm rest, as he regarded Maka with a smirk.

"It's been long gone ever since that day. Shinigami-sama did a really thorough job, I must say. It did take a lot outta me though."

"Did it... hurt?"

"Yeah, somewhat. No biggie, it had to be done. Look, I've been through worse."

Maka became lost in her thoughts, and Soul frowned as he heard them.

"It was me who let Soul take that hit. The Black Blood couldn't have infiltrated into his system if I was more-"

"STOP IT."

Maka blinked as she felt herself pinned against the wall. Soul was angry, his eyes flashing wildly as he gritted his teeth.

"Why? Why do you always blame yourself? When will you stop being so saintly!?"

"Wha-!? I never said I was being saintly! It is my job as a Meister to power you up and I-"

"But you did, Maka! I AM A BLOODY DEATHSCYTHE NOW!"

Soul was absolutely spewing as he lowered his head, his face hidden from Maka's view. He slowly released Maka's hands from the wall, and Maka felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"He's hurt and angry again, because of me..."

"Soul, I-I'm sorry. I know you already said before that you would do anything for me."

She tenderly cupped Soul's face and lifted it up so that she could see him. One tear escaped and rolled down her cheek.

"But just as you feel strongly for me, I also feel just as intensely for you. Soul, you are willing to die for me, but have you ever considered... that I would also die for you too?"

"M-Maka..."

"When you're hurt because of me, I feel worse because I don't want you to be injured. Surely you know why I feel this way."

More tears started to fall.

"If-if you die because of me, I won't be able to survive long without you."

Maka crumpled up as her hands started shaking uncontrollably. Her body heaved as she broke down from her guilt whenever she saw Soul's scar, her guilt whenever she entered into Soul's world and encountered that demon. She avoided coming into his world for as long as she could, because she knew she would collapse from all that darkness.

"Maka, please... please don't cry like that."

Soul was truly heartbroken to see Maka sob in this manner. She hardly cried, and when she did, it meant that she was really broken. A part of him was glad that she cared for him just as he cared for her, but another part realised just how much emotions she had carried within her without confiding in anyone.

"I promise you. I promise that I won't put myself in a dangerous position recklessly. I won't do anything that will make you worry about me."

Soul gently pulled Maka's crying form close to him, his hand stroking her head slowly.

"Y-you promised, but will you keep it?"

"Yes, I promised, and I'll keep it. Man of my word."

Maka nodded and gave a loud sniff, causing Soul to chuckle. Before she could even respond, she gasped in surprise as he twirled her around on the floor.

"Wh-?"

"Dance with me, my lady."

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Maka pouted as she stepped in time to the music, her dancing moves improved dramatically ever since they were kids. Soul was casually leading her, as they swished across the floor lightly.

Her eyes were still a little puffy.

"Soul? Will you play the piano later?"

"Hmm, I will... but only if you are obedient."

"O-obedient??"

Maka spluttered as she narrowed her eyes at Soul.

"You said you'd play the piano for me!"

"Yeah, I did. Perhaps I forgot to add that there would be conditions too."

"Conditions!?"

Maka was definitely riled up.

"Two can play the game!"

"Oh yeah? Pray tell what conditions they are."

"Satisfy me."

"Huh?"

In a heartbeat, Soul twirled Maka one last time before drawing Maka close to him by her waist. Her dress spun beautifully before settling down. He aimed straight for her neck, tasting her skin slowly as his hands caressed the back of her body. Maka couldn't help but raise one heeled leg and hook it around Soul's thigh. The slit on her black dress began to open and reveal one slender leg with lacy stocking.

Soul wasted no time in running one hand up her upraised leg, supporting Maka as he pressed himself urgently close to her. She released a moan, wrapping both gloved hands around his neck.

"I need you, Maka. Sheesh, you're driving me crazy."

Soul carried Maka up and placed her on a big comfortable couch next to the sleek grand piano. Maka sank deep into the couch's velvetry cushion as Soul added his weight on it. He lifted both her legs and placed them around his hips, gaining intimate access to her lower half.

Pressing hotly on her lips, Soul started to pull off her clothes from her shoulders. Maka had a little reaction by clutching his suit jacket tighter, but Soul was cheekily delighted that she wasn't pushing him away like the first time.

Her milky shoulders revealed, Maka couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by Soul. She was still embarrassed, what with Soul pressing down on her, her legs being spread apart and he having positioned himself there. His hands were peeling her clothes off, and her lips were assaulted continuously by his.

She couldn't breathe, such was his love for her. It was like being overcome by a storm.

"S-Soul..."

"Do you mind?"

Maka hazily came to realise that Soul was referring to her brasserie. She blushed furiously, remembering that awkward comment she had made during dinner earlier.

"Y-you don't have to do this."

"What are you talking about? I want it."

"Wait... wait Soul..."

Maka gasped softly as she felt Soul's hands reach behind her and undo the hook. She went red as she felt Soul nip her ear gently.

"No, no... I-I'm..."

She tried to struggle, but Soul had determinedly pulled her delicate lacy garment away from her. The cooler air from the room hit her chest and she had goosebumps from the contact. Her hands quickly shielded herself from Soul.

"What are you doing, Maka?"

"I don't want you to see."

"Why not?"

"They... they're small."

Maka muttered in a very small voice, as she looked away.

"Gosh, now Soul knows I have low self-esteem too."

"For crying out loud Maka, I already know that since we were kids."

"Soul!"

She really didn't like the fact that Soul could hear her thoughts. She was met with a devillish grin from him, as he caught her arms and pulled them away from her body.

"Okay, so they're obviously still not as big as Tsubaki's or Blair's."

Maka squeezed her eyes shut and started to struggle FURIOUSLY.

"Let me go, you big pervert! Let me g-!!"

Soul muffled all of Maka's protests as he kissed her again, hands still holding on to hers. She began to subside as she felt him kissing her tenderly, lovingly and calmly. Slowly, he released her lips to survey her expression.

"Ready to listen to me now?"

"Hmph."

"I don't care about other women's boobs, seriously. I only care about yours, and I care about them enough to know that you're hung up on them. OK, so I make things worse by dropping the occasional joke on them, but I won't touch them only because I know they're your sensitive... well... sensitive things."

Maka still wasn't looking at him.

"C-Can I touch them?"

When Maka stole a glance at Soul, she was amazed to see that his eyes were trained on them, a curious and hungry expression on his face.

"He wants them?"

"I-if you really want to."

"Are you kidding?"

Soul reached out gingerly to them, two hands tentatively cupping them gently. Maka was incredibly taken aback by the warmth his hands felt. Her nipples hardened almost instantly. She had to surpress a moan, and it came out like a mew. Soul caught that, and he knew he was on the right track.

"See, they fit me perfectly. I really like them, because they're a part of you."

"D-don't say such things..."

"Why? Such words embarrass you? Or do they tease you more?"

"Soul..."

Maka wasn't sure where Soul learnt such things, but his fingers began to do wonders to her moulds. He was right, they fitted into his hands snuggly. His hands began to press down with more pressure, rotating her moulds slowly as he started to kiss his way down her body.

"S-Soul!"

Soul felt Maka's urgent reaction as her body buckled instinctively. His fingers began to play and knead her nipples, and Maka immediately clutched his hair. She was starting to pant aloud, her eyes squeezed shut from all the pleasure.

His mouth finally captured one nipple, and Maka gave a loud "Ah!". Soul loved the way he was causing Maka to lose control, especially her self-awareness.

"Abandon yourself to your pleasure, Maka."

He began to lick lavishly, his tongue expertly rotating around her mould, lovingly taking every inch of her sensitive skin. Maka moaned softly and eventually bit her knuckle to stop herself from crying out loud.

"No, I-I shouldn't... s-stop, Soul... too much..."

"Sorry Maka, too late."

He smirked as he turned his attention to the other mould, Maka's body losing itself in a sensation that it had never experienced before. She felt her legs quiver in response, and she knew she was rapidly getting wet there.

"Not fair."

With all her might, she pushed Soul away from her and despite his grumbling, she managed to sit up properly.

"What now!?"

Maka ignored Soul's exasperated query as she reached for his tie. She unbuttoned his suit and loosened the tie. Then she pulled back his jacket, letting it slide from his shoulders to the floor. He was left wearing his magenta shirt, the loose tie dangling temptingly from his neck.

"Oho... can't wait already?"

Maka reddened as she caught on to Soul's insinuation.

"N-no! It's just that you stripped me bare from my top, so I thought..."

"Well then, if my Meister wishes the same for me, then I shall heed."

Soul held Maka's eyes as he fully undid his tie, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor soundlessly. Then, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his body as he did. Maka couldn't break contact with his eyes, they were piercing and intense, and swallowing her up whole. Before she knew it, he had shrugged off his shirt and it joined the pile on the floor.

"Happy?"

Maka pouted as Soul drew in close again and kissed her on her nose.

"Y'know, I really love stockings on a woman's legs."

Maka bit her lip as Soul ran his hand up and down her right leg, lifting it up so that he could kiss her thigh. She had to moan, she knew she had to, but she was adamant not to.

Then she gasped out loud, surprised by the fact that Soul's hand had found its way into her panties.

"Maka, you're really wet!"

"Soul! Wa-wait... you shouldn't..."

Maka's voice trailed off when Soul lifted his fingers to show her juice on them. He grinned as he looked at her, almost wickedly. Then her eyes positively widened in surprise as he began to lick his fingers clean, slowly and seductively.

"Soul..."

"You taste good, Maka Albarn."

"Don't... don't tease me like that..."

"Why shouldn't I?"

Soul proceeded to strip his trousers off, and Maka came to realise that it was the first time she'd see Soul fully naked. It was an irony, since they already made love. Still, Maka couldn't help but blush.

"Maka, I need you."

"I-I know, Soul. I need you too."

She carefully shed her panties off, quite a struggle since she still had stockings and heels on. She had avoided looking at Soul, and she realised his boxers were on the floor now.

Then she felt his hands on her.

"The dress needs to go too."

Maka stood up and allowed Soul to peel the dress off from her. As she felt it pool around her ankles, she stepped out of it gingerly, reaching down to take off her shoes.

"No, leave them on."

"Eh?"

"You look sexy in nothing but stockings and heels."

Maka had no time to be embarrassed as her body was assaulted by Soul's hands. He embraced her from behind, his lips brushing against her neck. Maka purred his name softly, tilting her head automatically for him.

His hands reached down to squeeze one of her moulds, and Maka gave a soft yelp in surprise. Another hand went further down and played with her hardening bud. Maka was rendered vulnerable by the full-on sensations seizing her heart and body.

"Soul... Soul..."

"Maka, I want you now."

"I-I'm ready for you."

A trickle started to run down Maka's thigh, and she was way past caring. Soul could almost smell her desire, and he wasted no time. He positioned his member, his fingers still playing and fiddling her as he started easing in. Maka released a feral groan, as she reached behind her and grabbed Soul's hair desperately.

"Ah... Soul..."

Soul couldn't respond, he was too busy enjoying her reactions. As he plunged the rest of his member in, the room was filled with their unanimous moans from the second union. Juices started to drip onto the floor, breathings became laboured as Maka acutely felt Soul's invasion within her. She was incredibly flushed, and her pantings were becoming louder.

"Maka..."

"Soul... ah..."

He couldn't take it anymore. Soul pulled out and thrusted himself back in, causing Maka to shout his name. He picked up speed, thrusting himself fully in to fill Maka up before withdrawing and repeating the ritual again.

Maka ceased thinking, she didn't have time to be conscious of herself and how she was responding. All she knew was that Soul was making love to her again, and it felt wonderful. She had words in her mind that she didn't want to say out loud, but she knew Soul could sense it in this inner world of his.

"More...! Soul... I need more. I want you..."

Soul was surprised but delighted by Maka's gradual open-ness. She was positively asking for more, even though she was embarrassed initially. She still wouldn't say it out loud, but at least she was thinking about it.

"Great start, Maka."

Soul pulled out and much to Maka's initial confusion, he turned her around to face him and then pushed her back onto the couch. As she reeled from his drop, he spread her legs apart and plunged himself into her again.

"S-Soul... !"

"Maka, say it to me. Say you want more of me."

"Ah... n-no, I can't..."

Soul increased his tempo, causing Maka to gasp and whine.

"Say it... say it to me, Maka."

"S-Soul... I-I want... ah, I want more of you..."

"T-that's a good girl now."

Soul kissed her as he caressed her moulds, both desperately gasping for air, and at the same time smashing their lips at every chance they got. He was grateful for this moment, he loved being connected to his Meister like this, he liked Maka's flushed face at the sensations she was deriving from him.

He pushed in harder and deeper, spurred by her pantings that were getting louder and ragged. His Meister was fully his, and she belonged to nobody else.

"Scream my name, Maka. Scream my name at the height of your pleasure."

"Soul, ah!... I-I..."

"D-Don't hold back!"

Maka gritted her teeth as she felt the familiar overpowering emotion take over her body.

"S-SOUL!"

She flung herself towards her lover, holding on to his body as she surrendered to the release that flowed out from within. As she slowly recovered from her euphoria, she could tell that Soul was close.

"Maka, I-I'm coming."

"Come for me, Soul..."

Maka licked and nibbled Soul's right ear, her hot breath tingling down his neck. The sensations proved too much for him. He shuddered as he thrusted one last time into her, clutching her tightly as he groaned deeply, enjoying every minute while it lasted.

Both of them collapsed onto the couch, lying down together as Maka rolled over and laid her head on Soul's chest. They didn't say anything as they cooled down, letting their heartbeats slow down to a normal rhythmatic beat.

"How was it, Maka?"

"Good."

"Just... good?"

Maka smiled as she sat up to look at Soul.

"Fine, it was mindblowing."

Soul grinned wickedly as he pulled her towards him again.

"I liked it when you succumbed to your wants. I could get used to that."

"You meanie, you instigated it. I could hear all your thoughts, y'know."

"You could have adamantly refused. I didn't force you."

Maka pinched Soul's arm with a vengeance. Soul winced but then smiled unapologetically, because he knew it was a really small price to pay.

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Yay, 2nd chapter dished out! I wanted to flesh out the aftermath of Soul and Maka's new level of their relationship. But well, no more lemons for now. I want to write a bit on the other characters, and how they interact with SxM too. Episode 32 was wonderful, showing a wee bit of the characters' 'normal school life'. I absolutely LOVE that. Do review please! XD