A few days went by, and Soul was not free from either the bad dreams or the lustful ones. Or where they one and the same?

He still had dreams of them together, of Maka taking showers, of maka pleasuring her self, of him pleasuring Maka. In the end all it caused him to do was to take a shower and pleasure himself.

He and Maka shared a few more kisses, including one in the park when they checked no one was looking. It was so unfair, every where he looked she was there: being cute, lovely and sexy. For a second he actually wished she would stop wearing that short skirt. But of course he regretted that a second later, after coming up with another day-dream of a very windy day.

There was no end to this; He admitted defeat.

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Maka was also restless. She had gone crazy and kissed him, and who would have thought – his emotions were the same as hers. Now he was seeking her attention often, even asked to kiss her in the park when no one was looking.

So what was the problem? Her body verses her brain.

She knew they had to take it easy, they were hardly 16. Was she ready for sex? Or even oral sex? and will they manage to wait? Will Soul wait for her? They were living in the same apartment for god's sake. It was hard enough before her to look at him and not letting her mind wonder to the gutters. But now? It was impossible. And Soul only made it worse, walking at ease around the apartment after a shower, with nothing but a towel around his waist.

She didn't know how she should act now. What was right or wrong and what Soul thought of the whole situation?

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Soul sat on the sofa, his body slouched over in a crooked and un-space-saving manner, staring at the TV. He was watching his favorite Jazz show, his eyelids half closed and his mind at ease, when Maka came out of the shower. Wearing a simple spaghetti tank top, shorts that resembled his boxers and a big green towel surrounding her wet hair; she sat next to him. She tried nudging him to the side in a gentle manner, and as her act did not work she opened her mouth to complain.

"Soul… Come on. Let me sit". She said.

He only grunted and moved, letting her sit next to him on the center sofa.

"C…Can you dry my hair?" she asked shyly, handing him the towel.

Another grunt and soul took the green cloth in his hand. She repositioned herself, sitting on the floor beneath him as he started to massage her head with the towel.

This was something they both liked doing since their first month together in this apartment - drying each other's hair. Maka would get a nice head massage while Soul enjoyed the smell of shampoo and soup, and the other way around (Though Soul hardly asked for this favor). Surprisingly, soul was always very gentle, touching her with care while still watching the TV.

But today was different.

They were different.

Before - it was a simple task of friendship. but now it looked so…intimate.

It was the first time he got to dry her hair since their first kiss, and the smell of fresh soup was not enough to calm his senses. Soul's eyes drifted to her almost bare shoulders, the soft skin of her neck and the small yet still tantalizing cleavage he got to see thanks to his sitting arrangement above her.

Soul massaged her head in gentle, circular movements and he felt her relax under his touch.

When he finished drying her hair he sat the towel aside. Yet before Maka got the chance to get up, he hugged her. He leaned down, his head resting on her shoulders, his hands wrapping themselves around her, her still damp hair tickling his face.

"Soul?" she asked, her face a bit pinkish from the sudden physical contact.

"I just felt like hugging you, that's all" he said and signed.

"Oh, ok..." she replied, her face even redder now as his breath tickled her neck. He breathed in and out deeply, and for a second there she thought he was asleep.

She knew he was no where near sleep when she felt his lips touch her.

It was feather-light kisses at first, barely touching the skin. but a minute or two later he planted full, wet kisses on her skin, his razor sharp teeth scraping her, and his tongue tasting her. Maka signed in enjoyment and he saw this as a queue to continue. He moved from her shoulders to her neck so slowly, then up to her jawbone and aside to her ear, sucking and licking and nibbling her ear lobe. His hands now no longer held her; one found her way to her shoulder while the other moved the damp hair out of the way.

Maka's mind was in one word – Mush. She could hardly think of anything but the tingling exhilarating sensation that spread down her body. She arched her body and neck to the side, giving him more access to more skin as he continued his ministrations. He scraped and sucked hard at a very sensitive spot on her throat, and as she let another small, yet still audible sound, escaped her lips - something inside of soul snapped.

He could hear something inside him giggle, and he was suddenly very happy, even more than he was a second ago. He felt practically giddy.

Maka turned her head to him and he wasted no time in catching her lips. She slowly got up, never breaking the kiss, and sat next to him on the sofa. A few minutes passed by and Soul was leaning on top of Maka, her small body underneath his now bigger frame, her hands in his hair, his tongue in her mouth and a crackling laugh rang in soul's mind. They continued their actions, kissing, nibbling and touching each other franticly. Maka took him completely by surprise when she was the one to nibble at his ear and kiss his neck. He couldn't help but sign in a low voice.

"She…" something whispered.

"She wants us…" it said again "she wants us as much as we want her… God, that feels good. Her skin… is so pale. So tasty…So smooth…wouldn't it look great when she bleeds?"

And with that Soul pulled back.

He looked at her flushed face as he breathed unevenly, not sure of what to say. He leaned down and kissed her again, but just a little peck.

"We-" Maka said in a small and ragged voice "we should stop for now, right?"

"Yeah" Soul murmured, brushing his hair away from his face with his hand.

"Yeah, you're right" god, was he happy she said that.

With that being said, they lay there and fell asleep together for the first time.

Soul would only realize tomorrow how bad the little imp's voice would influent him.

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