/Hey I managed to update quickly. Let's see how long this carries on. This time it's Maka's POV. In case you're wondering, this story takes place in the manga verse, but assumes the Moon Arc never happened. Thank you for the reviews, and I will try and keep this updated. Hopefully my chapters will get longer as well.
Chapter 2 - No Harm in Dreaming
His hands. His arms, his lips. Maka panted, whisper-soft moans escaping her throat as he moved down, down, down her body. How could chill skin feel so good pressed against her? It felt as if she was on fire, and the only thing that could possibly quench it would be to cling to him, seeking salvation in his arms.
"Asura..." she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair as he kissed a cool trail down her body. Dear Death it felt amazing. Her skin was alive, singing in pleasure at each touch her Kishin, her lover, her god, blessed her with. As he moved between her legs, tracing slow circles along her inner thighs as he gently moved them apart, she knew, this was perfection. This was heaven. This was...
Only a dream.
The Meister's eyes snapped open, a startled gasp quickly followed by a raging blush serving as her good morning to the world. What the hell was that? Again? Huffing in frustration, she sat up, all too aware of the heat that still lingered unfulfilled in her body. Dammit. If she had to have the damned dreams every night, couldn't she at least finish them? It wasn't fair.
Maka shivered as the chilly air touched her heated skin, making her way quickly to the bathroom. After years of adhering to a strict schedule, she knew she had awoken right on time. At least a nice shower would distract her from how those hands had felt on her, and how wonderfully intoxicating those kisses had been.
Okay, maybe she was going to need something stronger than a shower.
The dreams had been occurring over the past three months. Irregular, but getting undeniably more frequent. The first one had shaken her to her core. Why on earth would she have that kind of dream about him? But humans have a funny way of getting used to just about anything, and Maka was no exception.
It was strange, she'd only seen him for a fraction of a second, holding his scarf as he had escaped the underground. She could have sworn he had looked at her for the briefest of moments during his battle. Perhaps she had only imagined it, but then why could she remember the shade of his eyes and the arrogant twist of his mouth so well?
Her cheeks flushed again, visions of those crimson eyes looking up at her-a confident smirk dancing across his devil lips-from between her legs flooding her mind. Hanging her towel beside the shower, she quickly undressed, trying to ignore the electric sensitivity running through her skin.
It was wrong, and she knew it. The academy was busy non-stop looking for any hint of where the Kishin might be. As a member of the elite Spartoi team, Maka had to be ready at a moment's notice to head into battle with the demon god, and yet here she was fantasizing about him. It didn't make any sense. She had no reason to think of him as anything but an enemy, and yet he was the one she thought about when she lay in bed alone, her hands drifting over her body.
Maka shook her head, letting the warm water cascade over her shoulders. They were just silly little fantasies. Just stress relief. She didn't have time for a relationship, but she had to relax somehow. She only thought about him because it was forbidden. The danger, and knowing it was so wrong, must be what made the thoughts so enticing. That had to be it.
And why not? There had been no sight of the Kishin since his escape years ago. They were constantly receiving reports of strange happenings around the world, caused by his madness, but each time they investigated, they could find no new clues. The few devotees of the Kishin they had managed to capture either knew nothing or refused to say. He was an ever-present threat at the Academy, it was only natural that someone that was on her mind that often would find a way into her subconscious, even if it was in an...unconventional way.
Of course, that didn't explain why sometimes she was sure he was watching her somehow. She would catch sight of something in the corner of her eye, the disconcerting feeling of being not quite alone making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It had disturbed her beyond belief at first. She'd reported the feelings to Dr. Stein and Lord Death, but both had assured her there was nothing to fear. It was nothing but her Grigori soul reacting to the increase of madness in the air. Constantly working to purify the air around her was bound to take a toll. Of course she should continue to report any changes, but there was no need to be concerned.
The worst had been a few months before. She had used Soul's new ability as a Death Scythe, spreading her Soul Perception to the limits of her strength. She was hoping to find some trace of Crona, but she'd been startled to feel something looking back, the vision of crimson eyes in the darkness appearing in her mind. She'd been so scared that she'd lost her concentration, too shaken up to try it again. Soul had been worried, but she reasoned it was nothing but the thick layer of insanity in the air. Still, she had dutifully reported the instance, and it was taken into consideration, but so far had turned up no new clues. Whatever it had been, she hadn't been able to find it again.
She bit her lip, rinsing the shampoo from her hair. That must have been what sparked the dreams, the image of his eyes in her mind. At first it had made it so much worse, causing her to blush in embarrassed paranoia, sure that somehow someone was watching her, and that they would know what she had been thinking. Over time, she'd gotten over it. Just her imagination, and the constant worry over finding where the Kishin was hiding. She couldn't deny that it hadn't helped her thoughts either, or that maybe in some of her lonelier moments she taken just a bit longer to get dressed than was strictly necessary. Even if it was all in her head, letting her imagination run away with her and showing off for an pretend viewer was fun. After all, it wasn't like there were any real guys that would look at her like that. Most of them would run screaming if they saw her naked.
Great. Now she'd depressed herself again. It had gotten harder not to feel lonely since Soul started dating. It wasn't that she liked him, she'd just never thought of the idea of him with other girls. Okay, maybe she'd had a little bit of a crush on him, and maybe she'd given a few death glares to the girls he'd taken out, but she was getting over it. It had been easier to nurse a grudge when he was taking the girls in his little 'fan club' out, but ever since he'd started seeing Liz, she'd learned to let it go. They were a cute couple, and it wasn't like she could hate her friend for seeing a guy she'd never made a move towards.
On the bright side, at least she wasn't still thinking about that dream. Pouting a bit, she stepped out of the shower, turning her mind to what needed to be done for the day. There was the daily strategy meeting with Dr. Stein-where they would likely be filled in on the shocking news that there was no news to report-then she had a few more classes to assist in, and then training with Spartoi. Life had gotten much less hectic after graduating. Sure there were more harder missions. As an alumni, she was expected to take on cases considered too difficult for students, but not having to sit in class all day had freed up a lot of her day. In other words: she was bored. Maka was beginning to understand why her mother had trouble staying in one place.
There, she nodded to herself. Cleaned, teeth brushed, and ready to get dressed. Wrapped in her robe and running a towel through her hair, Maka padded across the hall to her room. Sounded like Soul was still asleep. No surprises there. She could count on one hand the number of days she hadn't had to wake the lazy scythe up, and most of them were because he'd simply stayed up all night.
Dropping the robe, she let the cool air swirl around her body, drying off the last few drops of water running down her back and legs, as she pulled her clothes from the closet. Since she would be teaching, she decided on her Spartoi uniform. Most of the students had a hard enough time taking her seriously, as she was only a year or two older than them at best, and wearing the symbol of her status helped. She was beginning to sympathize much more with Sid and Dr. Stein. Students could be a major pain in the ass, especially when she was trying to get them to pay attention to something they weren't particularly interested in.
She walked to her bed, laying out the clothes as she finished drying her hair, when she suddenly found herself no longer alone. She froze, throat locking up in terror as she felt someone at her back, standing right behind her. The next second, her training kicked in. Ducking down, Maka tossed an elbow behind her, twisting out of the way of a grab as she did. Her attack met empty air, as she got a big eye full of empty room. Her heart felt like it was going to explode, staring frantically around the small bedroom. She was sure there had been someone there. She'd felt their breath on her neck, and the soft brush of fabric against her skin.
The adrenaline began to recede as the clock ticked on into the silence, and she began to feel a bit silly. She would have noticed if there had been someone in the house. Her nerves must be more wound up than she'd thought. If she was starting to hallucinate, maybe it was beyond time for a holiday. She shook her head, laughing at herself as she began to trace her hands slowly over her naked shoulders, trailing them slowly down to cup her breasts.
Wait. What? Startled, she dropped her hands. What in the hell was she doing? It must be that damned dream. Her stupid lonely, horny subconscious must be real damned needy today. She bit her lip as she looked up, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Small, perky breasts, a slim, toned stomach, and full hips. She usually felt she looked childish and shapeless, but somehow, at least for a moment, she thought she looked, well, sexy.
Keeping her eyes on her reflection, she stepped closer to the mirror, swaying her hips to the side as she did. Part of her felt beyond silly, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. Her hands went to her sides, sliding up to caress her breasts, her palms running over the quickly erect nipples. Dear Death, why was she so hot all of a sudden? Her skin felt flushed, and the heat seemed to radiate from deep inside her, matching the pull between her legs.
A low moan slipped from her lips as she fondled herself, her eyes locked on her reflection. Were those her eyes? They looked colder somehow, as if teasing and challenging her to go on.
Her lips parted as she moved lower down her body, turning to the side so the teasing reflection had a better view. It only seemed natural that her green eyes would turn red as she watched, and that her mirror twin's movements wouldn't quite match her own. She bent over, running her hands over her hips, remembering the feel of his cold hands on her body. Her own were a pale comparison.
She didn't remember when she'd gotten closer to the mirror, pressing her body to it's cold glass surface, and she didn't think to question why her hand caressed the face on the other side, as it began to look less and less like her, and more like him. Her lips pressed against the surface, not at all surprised when the glass gave way in ripples, pulling her in as lips that were even colder returned the kiss.
"Goddamnit you stupid cat, I told you to stay out of my room!"
Maka yelped at the angry voice echoed through the apartment, jumping back from the mirror as if it had suddenly grown fangs. What the hell was that?! The sounds of an angry Soul tossing a disappointed magic cat out of his room rang through the apartment, but Maka hardly noticed, her heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of her chest.
Blushing bright, she quickly dressed, making sure not to look in the mirror again. That hadn't been normal. There was feeling a little frisky, sure, but it was like she'd been in a dream, not quite in control of her movements. Worse, the memory was already fuzzy, her actions slipping from her mind like the morning after waking.
The longer she thought about it, the sillier it seemed. Why was she worried? So she'd thought she looked nice in her reflection. Why was that a problem? She'd walked over for a better look and played with her hair a bit, posing. There wasn't anything strange about it. Somehow, that didn't sound quite right, but she couldn't find any flaws in it. Shrugging her shoulders at the strange feeling that clung to her, she tugged her hair into her pigtails before heading out to clean up the mess her roommates had surely made.
Let's see, she thought, going over the day's agenda: Meeting with Dr. Stein, class, and training with Spartoi, then I have to take a walk. Can't forget. Her daily walk was very important. It gave her time to be alone. She couldn't remember how long she'd been doing it, but she was certain it had been a part of her daily schedule for a very long time now. It was important to make sure she walked to the edges of Death City. There couldn't be anyone around. She was looking forward to it, it was her favorite part of the day.
"Blair," she called out as she headed to the kitchen, "Can you stop teasing Soul long enough to help me with breakfast? We're going to be late." It was a very important day after all. Maka had to make sure she was ready.