A/N: It took me longer to get this done than I had expected, sorry about that.
The next chapter might be a while too because I'm busy this weekend but I'll write it ASAP.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed :D You make me happy.

He was emboldened now. No longer tied up and at her mercy he seemed to quite enjoy the power. Now naked against each others bodies the fire burning within each one of them seemed to merge together. "And where two raging fires meet together; they do consume the thing that feeds their fury." a memorable quote from Shakespeare's "The Taming Of The Shrew", but now Maka could only think about how incredibly wrong it was. The fire within her seemed to double and burn with such ferocity that it could no longer be contained.

All other feelings were immediately put on hold as the ecstatic pleasure of his hands running down her waist and onto her hips took over her mind. He leaned in and a warm breath drifted across the nape of her neck before his fiercely passionate and gentle lips surrounded a small part of her skin. It felt as if her blood at been lit on fire in that one place of contact and was quickly spreading in all directions. She almost forgotten about his hands until one daringly ventured upwards once again to cup her left breast carefully. With smooth delicate movements he kneaded it in his hand forcing the first moan from her parted lips.

Each sensation was so intense that one eclipsed all others. It felt to Maka as if she were looking through a telescope of her own senses, only being able to look one place a time, when one thing was happening no others could be comprehended.

Amidst the myriad of sensations Maka barely felt the boy remove his mouth from its place on her neck. She was well aware, though, when he spoke in a deep, calm whisper, mere centimetres from her ear.

"Feeling selfish are we?" His tone was joking but with distinct undertones of seduction and lust. At the very least that was how Maka's ear interpretted it. It took a long moment before the words even reached his brain, she'd been caught up in the pitch, volume, the incredible musicality.

As comprehension of his words slowly leaked into her mind Maka realised she was sitting perfectly still, aside from the occasional unintended movement, and using him as a sort of half pleasure provider/half comfy thing to lean on.

A blush spread across her face and she whispered 'sorry' in such a soft timid voice that it would've been a miracle for him to hear it. To demonstrate she took his head in her hands and firmly massaged it as she pulled their faces together for a kiss. Feeling his smile against her lips, Maka decided all was forgiven.

Every part of her body was burning now. The fire that began in her neck from a mere touch had spread quickly and was now burning out of control. Every place his hands touched it flared and sent her head into spirals and zig-zags and all other dizzying squggles. Four hands ran quickly across exposed skin and it was becoming difficult to tell what was being touched by who and how. She was sure limbs had become tangled together in the process but there was no room to feel such things.

The whirring sounds of the bus engine were a distant memory though clearly the bus was still driving. The occasional bump or swerve throwing the two of them violently up or down, to one side of the seat or the other. Each movement only drawing their attention long enough for a giggle, a chuckle and a quick glance towards the driver.

Soon they reached the point when touching and giggling were nearing the last moments. They were here for a reason, both of them knew, and awkward foreplay was only the beginning. So, almost as quickly as they had become entangled, the boy was edging with fingers slowly towards the lower half of her body. His fingertips crept down her burning skin with a nervousness reminiscent of how one might touch a pot on the stove that they expect to be hot. Fitting. She even thought for a moment that he might realise her skin was too hot and quickly pull away his hand, thankfully he did not.

The rough skin of the middle finger on his right hand was the first to come into contact with her pussy. He stroked gently but surely and evoked such an extreme reaction from her that she feared she might cease to feel anything at all after such intensity. Maka threw her head back and let a moan free from her throat that was not so much loud as lustful and laced with the sounds of indecent pleasures. Beneath her, Maka felt the boy move slightly and grunt quietly.

A/N: Firstly, an apology, I can never think of good words to use for their private parts.
The other chapters had this issue too.
So if you have good words that would work in this situation feel free to tell me.

THE SUSPENSE!
I know!
But I can't really put it off much longer, get ready for the next one!

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