Soul could not get her off of his mind. So of course he had done the only thing that seemed remotely reasonable; he'd kept his distance. Upon seeing her tapping the keys of his piano, Soul had thought that she was a girl his mother had told to come by. The daughter of a noble family back from boarding school and ready to be welcomed out into the world. She'd looked the part, with her pale blue gown and white gloved hands. There had been a delicate look to her, the way she nervously drew her fingers over the black and ivory. Pretty green eyes and blond hair that looked so well... symmetrical and balanced ...as a friend of his would say.
There had been an overwhelming sadness about her. Something about her had in just a brief moment stirred the very nature of music within him and he had felt compelled to play. He had let his fingers dance along the keys as if finding a way to speak to the girl without words. Rarely did he enjoy practicing with company around, but her presence was inviting. It had turned out that delicate may not have fully been the right word, after all she was the only one who had seen fit to blurt out the obvious sexual nature of her employment during their actual meeting. The girl had guts, he'd give her that.
Maka Albarn. Other than the fact that she was London born, he knew little about her. He hadn't even asked her why it was that she had chosen to accept her father's proposition, well, except for the obvious need of financial stability. The fact that Maka had left her home to travel to live with people that she did not know showed a certain element of bravery and he respected her. That was of course, the bottom line for why he had yet to drag her off to bed. Soul might have been considered a man who spent time with women, but he wasn't accustomed to paying for it. No, he wanted a woman to actually want him.
It had been a couple of days since he had intruded upon her bath. He hadn't really known what he was going to do when he'd entered that room. There was something fascinating about the fact that she was entirely his. This young and beautiful girl with her rounded, if not voluptuous, breasts and long legs had been chosen to attend to his every desire. Most men would take full advantage of that, yet it left him feeling a responsibility to take care of her. His only real plan that night had been to have a bath drawn for her for the purpose of such care. Soul hadn't felt embarrassed when he had entered the room to speak with her, but he would have been willing to leave should she had wished it. Maka had been cute when covered in blue and white lace, but in a bath the very essence of her body was displayed for him and if she had hoped a thin chemise would offer covering, she was greatly mistaken. It had knotted his stomach and some little part of his mind had reminded him that he could have her if he wanted. She seemed willing, but just in case he had mostly kept his hands to himself, letting her work her most intimate places on her own. He was positive that it was the most erotic thing that he had ever seen and he had been tempted to take her further when she had quietly asked for it as he'd tucked her in. She was tired though, and already spent from what he was assumed was her first orgasm. He wasn't going to take her like that, not when he hoped that she would come around to really want him.
Instead he had hurried back to his room to free himself from the confines of his own clothing. He had thought of her as he touched himself. He touched himself to the images of making love to her and replaced his own fingers mentally with hers. Would she be a gentle lover or would she become a woman who took control? Floods of images pushed him on as he moved himself in his hands, pulling at his hardened length and stroking with a speed that was typically reserved only for sex. When he came, he had leaned over his dresser and stared at his reflection. He didn't even know her and she already had such an affect on him. As he lay in bed that night, with her on his mind, he figured the only thing that he could do was keep an eye on her and try to figure out what exactly he should do with her next.
A couple of weeks passed with Soul standing to the sidelines and Maka unsure of what exactly the white haired boy was thinking. She found his negligence to be quite the irritation and it kept her constantly on her toes in wait of just what he was going to do to her. Every once in awhile she'd catch a cocky little smile when she'd pass him in the hall, but for the most part he said nothing to her even when she felt his eyes on her. There was little for her to do around the house and she wasn't making many friends. Of course there was Tsubaki who had welcomed her into her life. From Tsubaki, she learned of how the house was run and just who was who in the staff. For the most part, the staff saw her as an outsider, and she knew when she caught them whispering in a corner while staring at her that her profession was being called into question. Far too stubborn to allow petty girls to get at her she merely ignored them. When they had been particularly cruel and dared to use the word whore in front of her Tusbaki had jumped in and informed Maka that they were merely jealous of the fact that Soul's attention was no longer on them. In his boredom, it turned out that Soul had romanced more than one of the maids and Maka supposed that it may had been a factor in the distaste most of the staff had for her.
Maka felt endlessly lonely. Miss Marie had long since returned to Stein and his Academy and despite her growing friendship with Tsubaki, she felt alienated from the rest of the staff. She was supposed to act the part of a lady and so she was not allowed to participate in any of the house cleaning or grunt work that others did. Her job was to stay out of the way and attend to anything Soul might have needed. Except that he didn't seem to need anything. It left her living somewhere in the middle of the two classes, not quite able to connect with the staff, but not really accepted by high society either. Maka had been keeping to herself, taking comfort in the library as she read book after book. They took her away from the world for a little while, where there were no worries about staff, society, and especially the white haired boy who didn't appear to have any use for her. It worked for awhile to fade into the stories, but each day that passed brought her more frustration with the younger son.
She lay in bed one night, mulling over the indifference that Soul kept showing her, working through her mind the confusion of why he would be so delicate with her and then brush her aside. Her earlier bath had left her with memories of the pleasure he had brought her and an ache to feel such things again. The more she thought about it, the more she felt frustrated. Frustrated by the desire that he had woken in her and frustrated that he was not coming to teach her more. She was frustrated that he could barely be bothered to give her the time of day and that if it continued she was surely going to be sent back to the city for not performing. If she was sent away it would be all his fault and suddenly her mind was catastrophizing the situation, building to the images of being on the street and resorting to the degrading act of begging for money or offering her body in the back of an alley somewhere. It would be all the fault of some stupid, rich, stuck up boy who thought he could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Maka hated the situation. She hated her father for his abuse of her mother that had led to her abandonment. She hated him for getting sick. She hated Stein for ever having seen her as a potential courtesan for some spoiled rich boy. She hated the Evans family for looking down on her. She hated the staff for daring to do the same when she had no more than them. Most of all, she hated Soul Evans, who didn't even seem to care one way or the other.
She rolled over to cry into her pillow over the frustration of it all, but her sobs were soon silenced by the distant notes of the piano off in another section of the house. The sound itself was beautiful although it had a hint of sadness in it's notes. If her emotions had not been so flared, the sweet if not haunting music would have lulled her fears and frustrations, letting her finally sleep. Instead it had her throwing off the covers of her bed and grabbing for her robe. In slippered feet, she left her bedroom and made her way down the flights of stairs and the hallways in the memorized direction of the piano room.
Soul seemed shocked when the door to the music room was thrown open and a very angry young woman stood in the door. She could not have cared less.
"We have to talk." Slowly he pulled away from the piano and turned around on the bench to look over at her. Maka's chest rose and fell in such a way that he could only assume that she had been running. He found it extremely sensual the way her cheeks were flushed and he could just make out the curve of her breast where the robe parted. There was also the fact that while he'd had women look at him in many different ways, pure anger was not actually one of them.
He had to swallow before actually speaking to keep up his calm attitude. "Something on your mind?"
"I wouldn't be here if there wasn't." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared.
"Well please come in; but if you don't mind, could you close the door again? People are sleeping and I wouldn't want to wake them up." Maka did as requested, stepping into the room and shutting the heavy door behind her. Once again she was in the room with the thick red curtains and the roaring fireplace. It's atmosphere felt darker and heavier than she had originally thought. "Have a seat."
"No, I'd rather stand." Maka couldn't even think about sitting politely at a time like this. She was already finding herself nervous to broach the topic with Soul. It didn't seem to phase him any and he merely motioned with his hand for her to continue. "Is there something wrong with you?" Mentally, she cringed because that was not the way she had wanted to word her thoughts. She wasn't surprised by the shocked look on his face.
"Something wrong with me?" Part of him wanted to laugh at this girl because she genuinely made him smile. Another part was still a bit put off by the audacity of what she was asking.
"Yes. No. I mean, I want to know why you are giving me the cold shoulder. It's been a couple of weeks now and you haven't hardly spoken to me, let alone demanded anything from me." He kept staring at her with a calm look, despite the slight raise of an eyebrow. His lips moved into the smallest hint of a smirk and that reignited the flame of anger that had begun to boil as soon as his playing had hit her ears. "You always have that stupid grin on your face when I'm talking to you!"
He quickly stopped smiling. She seemed far too easy to piss off and he at least knew girls with tempers needed to be handled with care. "Sorry. Continue."
"Oh, I'll continue alright! I've been here for over a week now and we've barely even spoken. You seemed interested enough when you came to my bedroom that first night, but since then you don't even talk to me. I don't understand; you act like you don't want me, but you had no trouble touching me. Was it that horrible? Did I do something wrong?"
If he hadn't been frowning already, that certainly would have been cause for it. Soul had not taken into consideration just how much his indifference might have rubbed off on her the wrong way. He was a man who held back, who didn't just jump into a situation. Where he had merely been trying to figure her out, she had been dealing with insecurities and doubt.
"Well!?" She snapped, moving in on him. "Are you going to answer me?"
"I don't see what you're so worried about." He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. His voice stayed just barely above monotone and he kept his emotions out of his words. Turning back to the piano, he fiddled with the musical score. "It's like a vacation for you isn't it? You've had plenty of time to read and you obviously like reading." It was one thing he'd picked up about her. "You don't even have any chores to do, so you aren't being put to work."
"You are an idiot!" Maka felt like crying, His whole attitude came off cold and uncaring. "I have a job to do and you are not letting me do it!"
He laughed then, but did not turn around to face her. "You haven't exactly been knocking on my bedroom door, Miss Albarn."
"I've been waiting for you!" Was he really trying to blame her? She wasn't the one in control of the situation here, he was. It threw her that going to him and offering would have been an acceptable solution to everything.
"Well, forgive me for offering you the time to get settled first." His voice was cold and he focused on the musical score, shuffling it to get it back into place. Maka had never taken into consideration that perhaps he had been acting out of compassion and kindness for her, allowing her the time to adjust. She was not surrounded by kind and compassionate men. She had expected no less from him. Soul closed the lid of the piano and turned around to look at her. There was tension in every part of him and it made her uncomfortable. "If that's what you've been waiting for, by all means take off your clothes and we can get this over with, right here and right now. I wouldn't want to prevent such a lovely girl from doing her ijob/i. I should consider myself lucky."
Soul sounded angry. It made Maka's anger and temper seem small and she felt nervous the closer that he got to her. She swallowed and turned her back on him figuring it was probably best that she just leave. Soul didn't let her get to the door though, instead he moved to stand in front of it.
"Why are you leaving? I thought you wanted to move things forward between us." He was too close to her and she started to take a step backwards to move out of reach. Every step back that she took, he took a step forward. "Why so nervous, Miss Albarn?You enjoyed it before. There are so many more things that I could show you." He continued this advance on her until the piano bench caught the backs of her knees and she flopped to a seated position on the mahogany wood. He towered over her then and leaned his hands down the closed lid of the piano to stare at her.
She was there before him, vulnerable and delicate. Dressed in white cotton and lace, her robe was parted giving him a perfect view of her the top of her chest and a hint to what lay beneath. He reached down to the knot of her robe and undid it, pushing the fabric to the side. Once again all that barred him from her was a delicate chemise that could not even hide the hardened nipples. The very stereotype of a virginal woman sat before him, leaning backwards against his piano and watching him with wide, curious eyes to see what he was going to do next. It was a beautiful image and he was struck heavily by how badly he wanted her. It wasn't exactly the way he had been planning, but she'd certainly made herself clear to him that this was what she was here for. It angered him and he battled a part of himself that wanted to rip the very clothes from her body and give in to the building desire he'd had for since her arrival. If he took her like that, then he may as well have slept with some doll who could not tell him no and who would never offer anything of her own wants and desires. He had countless friends who saw women that way and he had prided himself on trying to find the person that lay underneath the the exterior of physical pleasures.
He moved one hand to her waist, watching her eyes closely, waiting for any sign to pull back. Maka's green eyes watched him and she gasped as he placed his hand over her breast, more roughly than he had intended to. Her heart was racing below his hand and he could feel the heat of her body. He was torn between the animalistic need to take her body as his own, and the human desire to cherish her. Reaching down, he pulled at the edge of her chemise, lifting it up and stroking his hand along her leg. When he got to her knees, he slid his fingers between them and slowly drew them up her thighs. "You have no idea how badly I want you, how much it hurts right now to not be inside of you. So is that what you want? For me to take you like this and be done with the act?"
She watched him, her heart racing in her chest and the entire situation felt wrong. He'd been so gentle during their bath and now he seemed cold and calculated and angry. Everything that she had been told in the academy was flashing before her eyes and she realized that this was exactly what she was supposed to be doing. So when the word "No", escaped her mouth she was shocked. He was allowed to have her any way that he wanted and if this was how it happened than she was supposed to be an obedient woman and allow him access to every part of her body. "No...please stop." Her voice was barely audible, but his hands were instantly stilled at her request and he did not make another move on her body.
"That's what I thought." The fear in her voice was more than enough to stop him. He felt as if he'd become lost in a moment of madness and he let out a slow breath to try and calm his nerves. His erection was pressing painfully against his pants, but he paid it no mind. Instead he knelt down a bit and reached out to brush a stray hair from her eyes. "You should expect more from a man than that."
Once again, Maka was struck by his gentleness and relieved to have it back. "What's the point of expecting more? I understood what I was getting into when I accepted your father's offer." She hated that he was right and that she had basically thrown away something that important because she had run out of options to pay for medicine. "I figured you'd sleep with me the first night I arrived. I accepted that. Why didn't you?"
"Sleep with a girl who has never known a man's touch, just for my own sexual needs? Not really appealing. I might as well just use my hand in that case, it's more experienced anyway." The cocky smile returned to his face, and he drew his thumb down her cheek. "On the other hand, making you want me and making this arrangement desirable for both of us...now that's enticing."
"So you ignored me instead?" Her voice was flat and the irritation not hard to pick up on.
He scratched at the back of his head. "I may have gotten a bit carried away."
"A little bit, yeah. Unless you think making a girl feel unimportant is a way to her heart." Maka's cheeks flushed. "Especially when you do something like that to her and then don't say anything."
Soul caught her blush and his grin widened. "Let me make it up to you?" His hand slipped to her thigh again and very tenderly he spread his fingers to part her legs a bit. "So long as you are now a willing participant."
Maka's thoughts raced back to the bath and how her own hand had felt slipping against the wetness of her body and the heat of her insides. There was something that she found so sensual and arousing about the man in front of her and she was sure that her body was not hiding that fact at all. Still, he waited for a vocal approval rather than a physical one. She gave a nod.
"Tell me I have permission to do as I please to you." He dragged his thumb over her mouth, smoothing the pad against her lower lip. "I want to hear you say it."
She took a moment to speak, but only because her mind felt hazy. "Yes."
Soul needed nothing more and he lifted her up from the bench to seat her on top of his piano. From there he took her ankles and settled them over the lid of his keys. He looked up at her from her seated position on his piano. The chemise was falling off her shoulder and he tugged it down to full expose her breasts leaning in to take one of her nipples into his lips. Her worked the bud in his mouth, gently nipping at the tip to get a stronger reaction out of her. She fanned her fingers on the wood to keep herself upright, but her arms were trembling.
When he was done sucking and laying kisses to her breasts, he pulled back to look up at her and moved his hands to her hair. Her hair was soft and her barely held back the desire to grip it in his hands and crush his mouth against hers. He managed however to just gently brush his lips against her own, not enough to be considered a proper kiss, but just enough to feel the tip of her tongue come out in hopes of meeting his. He could feel the way her lips opened in a gasp as he distracted her with the touch of his fingers between her legs. She was wet and aching and as he slid the tip of his finger over her clit and down to her opening he felt the way her body made an attempt to pull him in. Maka wanted him and he knew it as he teased her opening with a small circular motion.
"Lay back." He whispered against her mouth, and his free hand slid down her back to ease her to a laying position. From there he had perfect access to lift the nightgown up farther, the material no longer giving her any cover. He looked at her then, full view of her body spread before him. The fire was losing some of it's strength and in the orange glow of the firelight she looked like a pale heavenly creature. He didn't think anything could be more sensual than the image of a nearly naked woman spread on top of his piano and glistening in desire for him.
He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, and from there worked his mouth slowly up higher until he could breathe in the heady scent of her sex and it overwhelmed his senses to the point of nearly losing his mind. He could no longer hold back the pain that he felt from his own body and his free hand reached down to unbutton his trousers to free himself. Despite the need to touch himself, he kept his focus mainly on her and moved his lips closer to her until she was finally within reach of his tongue. He gave her a slow lick at first, drawing his tongue passionately over her center and let the way she tasted sink into him. He used her gasps as a guide as his tongue learned her sensitive areas and where felt the best to touch. When he pushed his finger deep inside of her body a moan erupted from her that pushed his body so close to the edge of an orgasm that he had to pause to calm himself down.
"Don't stop..." She begged and he quickly returned to his administrations of her sex. She was hot and tight and wet and a second finger was quickly added to her. He was glad that he was the one touching her this time, because he had envied those delicate fingers of hers as they had pleasured herself in the bath.
Maka's body was alive with feelings as he was teaching her. She found the feelings foreign but had no desire to stop. It was the most pleasurable feeling that she had ever felt and it only seemed to intensify as he continued to work on her. No one could have ever helped her understand just how good something like that could feel. They had told her about how she would put her mouth over him, but the things that could be done to a woman by a man had been conveniently left out. The only indication that she had ever had was the midnight whispering of girls who had felt such things.
The sounds of her moaning filled the room and she couldn't be bothered to care if someone else heard her. Soul was glad the rest of the house was sound asleep and he took those moans with pride as he continued to stroke the inside of her and lick the swollen bud of her clit to encourage her.
It felt like seconds or hours or days that she was lost in the feeling of what he was doing to her. She could recognize the build from the first climax he had given her, but this was more powerful and much more intimate. Her body was rocking against his lips, and her hand dared to reach down to hold him in place, to make it clear that she was unwilling to let him move now. The build continued and she focused on the way his fingers rubbed at a spot that seemed to throb from every single touch and the way his tongue lapped at her aroused flesh.
He continued to touch himself, stroking his length absent mindedly as his fingers stroked her. When a moan left his mouth, it rippled against her skin in a pleasing vibration that pushed her closer to the edge. He could feel how close she was and quickened his pace to try and tug her down off that edge. As Maka finally reached it, her voice was lost and her body froze except for a place deep inside of her that pulsed with the movement of each pleasing spasm. The way her body tightened and released around his fingers gave him images of just how it would feel when he was properly settled inside of her instead of those fingers. It was enough to push him over the edge and with one final stroke to his cock he spilled in his hand, wishing it was in her instead. That would be saved for another time, he could wait.
His fingers were pulled from her and she groaned at the way her body wanted to keep him closer. When she finally opened her eyes and her brain started to function normally again, she saw him sucking the juices off of his two fingers and it made her stomach flutter. Now that the act was done she once again felt slightly modest and closed her legs. He was putting himself back into his pants and doing up the buttons. It made her feel slightly embarrassed to realize that she actually really wanted to see what he looked like naked.
"Wait...why are you? Are you done?" She was shocked when he nodded. "Aren't I supposed to be the one to do that?" It made her feel slightly put out that he was not allowing her to help him and she wasn't sure why she was as eager as she was to do it.
He chuckled, a hint of exhaustion to his voice. "You will." He reached out to stroke her hair. "It'll be worth the wait."
"How long of a wait?" For all she knew it could be a month before he spoke to her. "Are you going to ignore me again?"
There was silence for a moment before he shook his head. "Actually, I have to go away for a few days." He reached up to help her off the piano and after finding her robe put it back around her shoulders. "I have to perform in a concert with my brother. That's actually why I was up so late practicing." A pang of guilt washed over her knowing that she'd picked a fight with him when he was working; probably not a good start even if it had ended well. "Hey it's no big deal, I'd much rather be doing what we just did any day. Anyway, I won't be gone more than a week, but you'll be on your own for awhile longer."
The idea was not exactly appealing, especially when she was now wanting to spend more time with her strange young master. Any anger she had towards him earlier was gone and left in it's place was a warmth and curiosity that she wanted him to satisfy. The disappointment must have been evident on her face because she felt his hand under her chin as he made her look up at him. "Don't look so put out, I'll be back soon. You can go on reading or something. Or better yet, don't stay cooped up here, go into town. I'll give you money to buy something nice."
She nodded. "When you get back will you ignore me?"
"No." There was a lengthy pause as he looked her over. Then he leaned down to press his lips against her cheek. "When I get back I'm going to make love to you." Soul Evans, had every intention of teaching her every last thing he knew about sex upon his return. He smiled at the shocked look on her face. Nothing else really needed to be said, so he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Goodnight Maka."
With that, he was gone, and she was left to make her way back to her room alone. There was little hope of sleep right then, so when she made it to her bedroom she merely picked up her book. The story was lost on her though, because she couldn't stop thinking about how much she couldn't wait until he returned.