His black hair was tangled with light, blond strands as they lay together. Naked. Twisted. Asura Johnson and Maka Albarn. Late morning sunlight fell on to them, splashing on to their closed eyelids, which flickered with annoyance at the disturbance. The first to awake was Asura, who grumbled some profanities about killing the sun and making the world black, then his eyes fell upon Maka's beautiful face.

Her golden hair was splayed out across the red pillows, her hands carelessly thrown above her head. The thick comforter covered her pale body, much to Asura's disappointment, but he did not remove it, in fear of Maka becoming cold. The blond beauty groaned and burried her head against Asura's chest, searching for his already known warmth. Inside, he could feel her thoughts booming with him. She was awake, but she didn't want to open her eyes. Slowly, Asura's hand drifted downwards to the sizzling place between her legs, stroking her lips slowly. Maka opened her eyes with a start.

"What are you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Asura smiled, shutting his normal eyes, but only half-closing his third one. "Oh, nothing, sweetheart. Just waking you up!" Maka flicked him hard on the nose, climbed off the couch and stretched. Her pale back arched perfectly, showing off the deep spine imbedded deep in her back. Fantastic ass. Asura thought, licking his lips. Maka took a seat in front of him, wrapping the blanket around her as she leaned her head back against Asura's chest. He wrapped a free arm around her waist, kissing her neck as he murmurred "good morning."

A low vibrating sound interupted the quiet. Maka glanced at her ringing phone on the table, noticing the picture of her and Soul right away. Quickly, she answered it. "Hello?"

"HOLY SHIT! MAKA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY THE HELL WERE YOU NOT ANSWERING?" Maka had to dangle the phone away from her ear, considering that Soul was practically destroying her ear drums. But her heart was beating fast. She felt...happy. Soul was worried about her and most of the time, he didn't show it, since she was the meister and all and she protected everyone else. At this point, Maka forgot about why she was mad at Soul. Tears brimmed at her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Soul...," she said quietly, lifting her head off Asura's chest," I'm so sorry." There was a tense silence over on the other line. Maka could just picture Soul's clenched fists, his narrowed blood-red eyes. Maybe he had just woken up, so his white hair would be wild and messy, like her own. Yet deep down, she knew his soul was beating with the blues. He missed her and was worried sick. What could she tell him? That she'd slept with some guy all because he saw her dancing with some nekos? No, she couldn't. It was wrong and Soul would never forgive her. But Maka wouldn't have the strength to tell him. She loved Soul too much to even think about hurting him. All that mattered was his happiness.

Soul sighed. " Maka. I hate you so much sometimes. So very much. Where are you?" Maka felt Asura shift behind her. She glanced at him and he smiled nonchalantly at her. But she knew he was hiding pain.

"I'm at my friend's house. I ran into...her at the club and we got to talking and I came over to her place. Then I fell asleep, something I didn;t expect."

What a lie! Inside, Maka hoped that Soul couldn't tell that her heart was beating so fast or that she was blushing furiously, proof of her lying and deciet.

" Oh, well jesus. Don't scare me like that Maka. Please, next time, can you tell either of us? I swear to god Maka...you worried me. Can you come home soon? I...I really need you now." Maka fought back the urge to scream in happiness.

"Yes. I will. Give me half and hour. I love you Soul. I love you so much."

"I love you too, babe. Now come home, or else," he laughed, then Maka hung up, letting the phone drop to her lap. Asura refrained from touching her, only letting his head rest upon hers. Mak spun around so that they were touching forheads, staring up/down at each other. A tear escaped Maka's eye. Asura gently brushed it away, kissing the spot it had stopped at. "I really do like you, you know? I hope this isn't the end of it." His smooth voice trickled in her ear like water. The blond closed her eyes as her lips rose to meet his.

They kissed, a true kiss mixed with only true feelings and physical need. Asura clasped his hands against her lower back, Maka let her hands rest on his lap as they kissed deeply, but very, very softly. Maka gently bit Asura's bottom lip before falling away, picking up her underware from the floor. "I need to wash this. It's...stained a little." Asura laughed, enjoiying the look of bluntness on Maka's face.

"True. I can wash it for you...here. And the next time you come by, you can and get it." He winked. Inside, Maka's heart tore a little. Here, a perfect stranger named Asura, was keeping her panties. Was it like a trophy? Or was he actually just going to wash it? Either way, Maka wasn't sure if shewas coming back. But she so badly wanted to. The act of cheating...it was new to her. And damn, did it feel good.

"Alright. Keep em. But remember," she tugged her jeans on, careful to not zip on her clit and pulled her tank tops on," I better get em back. Don't ruin em, kay?" Maka pulled on the borrowed boots, then started for the door. Asura rushed behind her, pulling her to his chest, and sucked right behind her earlobed, earning a high shriek from Maka. "Wha-wha!"

"There's my mark. Now, be careful, sweetie," he winked. "I'll see you around."

Maka stumbled out the door, blushing madly as she left the building.