TSAPTI

Chapter 8

Soul woke up with Maka in his arms. The possessing cuddle whore demon that he was, Soul naturally squeezed his arm tighter around her. A slight glaze over his vivid red eyes as Maka nuzzled in closer. Her eye fluttered open and looked up groggily at him. For a moment she wondered if the past seven or eight months had been a dream but the feeling of silk under her arms reminded her of otherwise. Her eyes met with Soul's and for a brief moment Maka could see a man who was different from her partner that she had known for so long. But a small smile etched onto his lips and he leaned down and pecked her lips.

"Awake now sleepy head?" He murmured. Maka blushed and looks up at him incredible embarrassed. Maka tried to sit up but Soul ended up pinning her down, his lips on hers once again. A hand threaded into her ash blonde locks. "I don't think you'll get out of this bed quite yet" He chuckled against her skin.

"Hello, hello?" A voiced called from the bathroom mirror. Soul groaned and got off of Maka, quickly finding pants and a shirt. No bothering with the buttons he strode into the bother grumbling incoherent words. Maka found another of Soul's dress shirts and threw it on along with a pair of black boxers. She trailed after Soul who was discussing the witch case. Maka poked her head in and greeted Lord Death in her usual manner. Soul pulled her to his side. Bumping hips with her in an affectionate way. Lord Death didn't seem to mind the act even though he had been so against it in the beginning.

"We were talking about where the witch would strike next now that she can't trace you. She may go back to the apartment and wait you out." Soul informed her. Maka nodded and put on her bravest face.

"Most definitely! She knows Maka will need to come back and get her things even if she has a few body guards. This is a witch after all." Lord Death's cartoon like voice echoed out through the mirror. Maka nodded and and felt the grip on her waist tighten slightly.

"Maka won't need to go back for anything now will you?" Soul asked her. Maka was thrown off by his tone. He sounded double edged. Sadistic and protective. Maka felt her head nod for the third time. Lord Death waved them off and the mirror turned back to normal.

Soul nipped Maka's neck causing her to squeak. He chuckled and pulled her up against him so she couldn't escape. Maka felt his hot tongue trace a small circle on her neck. His sharp teeth scrapped against the flesh. Maka let out a whimper and blushed. Soul bit down and sucked on her neck. Maka cried out and felt her hand find its way to his snowy locks. Heat pooled in her neather regions and he sucked. Maka whimpers and sighed.

Soul's hand soon slithered down to the boxers she had stolen. Slipping under the elastic his long finger found her wet heated sex. He stroked along her folds making her whimper more violently. When he pressed a finger through Maka moaned. He chuckled against her skin as she panted his name. He added another and curled them inside her. Maka shouted his name as he continued his minstrations. Begging for more. He reached deeper in her soaked entrance and pumped his fingers harder.

"Soul! ha-aahh" Maka moaned as he bite down at her neck again. Giving her more to moan about. "Soul!" Maka shouted as her legs felt weaker. Her hips bucked into his hand and her scissored her and licked up her neck. Her moans drove him to go harder against her. His erection strained against the loose pants he put on. He rolled his pelvis into her butt and rubbed himself in between the soft mounds of flesh. He let out a groan as Maka panted ecstatically. She repeated his name over and over again, her throat felt dry and felt out of breath.

Then the phone rang...

"Oh come on!" Soul groan and slipped his fingers and oh so wonder tongue away from the now dazed Maka. He marched into his room and brought back her phone. "It's Kim, so you should probably answer" He tried handing it to her. She did respond for a moment until the ringtone finally snapped her out of her daze.

Maka nodded and flipped open the pale pink phone.

"Hello-"

"Oh my god Maka is it true?!" The pink haired witch screamed into the phone. Maka cringed and held the phone back to her ear only to have the squeal return "Is Soul back from the dead?! I heard Lord Death brought him back because it was too heavy a burden on your soul!" Maka gave a questioning look over to Soul who looked about as confused as she did.

"Um Y-yes he is back. Lord Death did bring him back now what was the other-"

"Is it also true that your are staying with at some place fancy and are totally humping each others brains out?!"

"OKAY WHAT?!" Maka shouted "Who the hell is telling you this?"

"Black Star" Soul groaned and thunked his head against the wall. Begging for this gossip to stop already. "Hey is that Soul? Holy crap Lord Death really can bring people back! Black Star said that Lord Death sensed your soul was destroying itself from grief and he didn't want one of his top meisters dying from this" Maka covered the phone and looked at Soul.

"He is getting better at telling people complete bull shit isn't he?" Maka smiled slightly. Soul chuckled and slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Maka to deal with the gossipy witch.

When she came out Maka looked drained of all life. She was still in his shirt and boxers while he had found clothes. More precisely, he found a sharp looking suit.

"Get dressed, I'm taking you out" It was simple a sentence but it filled Maka with joy.

Maka had no clue what was happening. Was she just dreaming because there was no way she was in one of the most expensive shops in Death city. Trying on dresses after she just-just-

"Ma'am, could you please raise your arm" The woman's impatient cut through her perverted train of thought. Maka apologized and lifted her arm as the woman snorted. Soul sat watching from a stool, a smirk on his face. Why wouldn't there be? He escaped Death, saved the girl of girl of his dreams and then got her good in the end. Things were definitely looking up for him so far.

"Yes it's perfect, we'll take and she'll wear it out" His eyes draped over frame. The only thing that concerned him was that she had lost some weight since his absence. He'd grill her for that later. Possibly on a couch of a sort.

Yeah

That sounded real nice.

"You sure that's wise?" The old Chinese woman raised her eyebrow. Question him silently.

"It fits right? So we'll take it to go. We have a busy and...long, night ahead of us. Don't we, Maka?" Soul grinned. Maka blushed almost the same shade of scarlet her dress was.

"But Soul, you don't even know the cost!" Maka puffed out her cheeks. "How much is this thing?" Maka questioned her.

"1500 dollars, you sure you can afford that sharp tooth?" The older woman scowled. Soul only mussed her with a smile and pulled out his bank card. Maka looked confused. Soul was never the kind of man to just flash money around when he had it. What was he thinking doing it now. Maka was so confused by this.

"You take debt I assume?" The woman nodded "Good, give her a pair of black heels to match then"

"Soul this is already too much!"

"Maka, just let me do this. Okay?" She fell silent and slipped on the pair of black heels she had been given to wear. She watched in amazement as the card ran through. With a gentleman's hand he offered it to her. Maka hesitated. Something was so off about Soul. He didn't act like the man she knew before. But she took it. Placed her own small hand in his bigger one.

Soul guided her out of the shop, her mind still caught on the amount the heels and dress cost. Soul smiled softly at her and placed his arm around her waist.

"What do you say? Where should we go first-' A woman rudely bumped into Maka. Tilting her head back, in a soft tone.

"Wake up" Before she went on her way. Soul growled and placed his hand on her waist again. Grumbling something about rude people have shitty souls. But the words she spoke struck Maka as odd. Who the heck says 'Wake up' to a random person?

The evening was as magnificent as Soul said it would be. He took her to a fancy restaurant to eat Italian pasta and garlic bread. He took her dancing, which ultimately killed his feet. Then to a few shops to pick out whatever she liked. Which was mainly books. But he made damn sure that they were expensive and everything she ever wanted in the world. Which was apparently not that much.

To Maka, Soul seemed like he was having a good time. Talking with her, laughing with her. Complimenting her appearance and at some points asked why she was so thin. He smiled and joked, held her hand. Everything she ever dreamed of doing with him. But he was...

Off

"Soul?" Maka stopped on the cobble stone. Her heels clicked as her steps slowed. Soul turned around, a brow raise at her sudden change in mood. "Are you really happy?" She asked quietly.

Everything stopped for Soul. Why was she asking if he was happy? Of course he was happy! Could't she see his smile? Couldn't she?

"Of course I am? What makes you think I'm not? I'm on a date with the girl on my dreams" He scoffed at the idea of him being unhappy. The idea she thought he was unhappy bewildered him. "What would give you the stupid idea that I wasn't happy? I-I get to see you in a dress that make me wanna drool. hell, I can finally touch you the way I want to, after all these years. I can finally touch you. Wrap my arms around you and kiss you. Talk with you and I don't have to worry about giving anything away!"

Maka looked down and away from him. For a moment he thought he said too much. That he scared her because he sure as hell knew that wasn't some reflection of the moon of her cheeks. Those were tears. Fat tears rolled down her face.

"But you died" The three words hit him in the face. They took a toll on him before he suddenly embraced her.

"You idiot...no matter how long you are like this I will stay with you. I love you so god damn much that sometimes it hurts. If I could have a redo, I'd make sure that none of what happened in the past ever happen. I would sure you were never hurt like this. it should've been me..." He held her tightly.

"Soul what are you..."

"Just wake up, please Maka, just wake up. I need you. Only you please" He was begging her, holding her and crying. Why is it so important to wake up? Wasn't she already awake?

Just as her partner requested...Maka woke up

xXx

It's 4 in the morning, I have had no sleep, and this next one is the final chapter. But all in all I bet you didn't think this would happen. Yep, plotted it from the very beginning. As you can guess, Maka has been a vegetable.

Love

o.C Key I'm so tired