A/N: A note about this chapter. It came about because I misread the prompt. It was supposed to be 'Wounds' but I read it as 'Wound' and in an attempt at avoiding angst I chose to use the other pronunciation of 'wound' that wasn't to do with an injury. But we can pretend the stupidity of her students wounded her pride, yeah? Thank you.

Summary: She was just so wound up. Well he was just going to have to help her with that using his super awesome massage skills (and some other stuff he was pretty good at). NSFW

Rated M, this is the one where they do the sex, the stupidly fluffy sex.

Soul knew that being a teacher was difficult. He could remember being a student (considering it had only been two years ago, that wasn't a mean feat) so he knew students could be absolute shits. This was why he had every sympathy for Maka when she took over light teaching duties while he was doing solo Deathscythe training with one or other of the senior Deathscythes.

Maka had only just rounded the corner of their street and he could already feel the exhaustion and frustration rolling off her soul. And this was light teaching.

He was sitting on the couch, having a day off to chill while the seniors dealt with some diplomatic issue that had arisen. Spirit had decreed that Soul had too little experience to deal with a group of temperamental witches and so had been sent home (not that Soul cared, he just wanted to play video games for a little while). He had offered to swing by the academy to pick her up once the school day ended but the persistent little bookworm had insisted that she could walk it.

Well, considering how tired she seemed, he wished he's just ignored her and picked her up anyway.

As Maka's soul drew nearer Soul sighed, got to his feet, and padded over to the bathroom to run his girlfriend a bath with an obscene amount of bubbles and fancy smelling candles. She liked them for some reason. They always made his nose itch.

The water was near optimum level when the door open and Maka shuffled in.

"I'm home!" she called with false cheerfulness. Soul smiled softly and shook his head. Only Maka would try to convince him she had had a good day even as her soul churned with negative feelings, just so he didn't feel bad.

Stupid woman.

"I'm in here!" he called back, testing the heat of the water before he turned the taps off and shook the water and bubbles from his hand.

He could hear Maka kick off her high heels and then the sounds of her stocking-ed feet as she walked to the bathroom door.

"What are you doing in...here..." She trailed off as she entered the bathroom and saw the bath and candles and Soul's silly grin.

"Ran a bath for you." He took the single step needed to be close to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips. "Could tell you had a crap day."

Maka deflated in his arms and sagged against his chest. "Yeah," she said. "At least it's Friday."

Soul hummed and started to sway them slightly as Maka tucked her head under his chin, wrapping her arms around his middle. "Get in the bath and after I'll give you a massage."

Maka pulled back and smile gratefully. "Thanks." She stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him lightly before she slid around him and started unbuttoning her white work blouse.

As much as Soul would have liked to have stuck around to see her strip, and perhaps even join her for the bath, he knew she wanted some alone time to soak in the silence. 'Sides, there was plenty of time for cuddling later, after all her muscles had been turned to jello by his wonderfully skilled hands (and not in the pervy way. At least, not unless she asked for that).

So he settled for brewing some of the fruity tea Maka liked that would soothe her and once he had given it to her in the bath, he dug out the massage oils they kept under the sink.

After many a year of sore backs and tense shoulders, at some point during their fourth year of being partners, Maka had bought them a massage kit to share. Add that to the whetstone (ngghhh) she bought for him early in the partnership (before they knew what that could do) and they had their own sensual spa at home. But there would be no whetstones today, only lavender scented oil, Maka's lovely back and his dexterous hands.

Once all was set in the bedroom, Soul decided to spend a little more time watching TV as he waited for Maka to finish with her bath. When Maka came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around her body and ash blonde hair darkened with water, he grinned as their eyes met.

"Ready?" he asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Let me dry my hair first and put on some panties."

"'s cool."

He meandered after her and walked into their bedroom just in time to see her start to towel dry her hair, wearing a pair of plain, pastel yellow panties. It wasn't the lingerie he knew she had but it was pretty darn cute.

"Here," he said as he walked up to her. He pulled the towel from her hands and pointed at the edge of the bed. "Sit."

She sat and leaned her head forward obligingly. He began to gently dry her hair with the already damp towel. As he did so, he began to talk.

"Were the kids really that badly behaved?"

She grunted. "Not badly behaved. Just...just really stupid?" He snorted and she pouted. "I don't think they're really stupid, they know the stuff, they just don't seem to be able to write it out for a test. There's this girl in my class, Marceline. She's really smart, she knows the answers for all the questions but she's consistently getting Ds on her papers. I just don't get it!" She groaned and leaned forward till her head was resting against his abdomen. "Were we ever this stupid?"

He laughed and ruffled her hair with the towel, causing her to squawk. "You weren't, but I sure was. They'll get the hang of it, they just need practice." He padded over to the chair at his desk and hung the towel over the back of it. "Maybe go through some of the questions with them, show them that they know the answer. I dunno, ask Stein how he managed to get me to a B, that'll probably help."

He turned to look his girlfriend and returned her soft smile. She reached a hand out for him and he came back to take it. She linked their fingers together and she looked up at him.

"You're really something else, you know that?" she murmured.

He chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment." She flushed and pouted. "Now, lie down, no more thinking of dumb kids or whatever."

She rolled her eyes but climbed up the bed and sprawled out on her stomach anyway. "This good enough?"

He hummed and nodded, grabbing the massage oil as he sat on the bed and he poured it into his hands. He rubbed them together for a moment before he placed them on the skin of her back and began to rub. She sighed as he rubbed up to her shoulders and then out. When he ran his hands down her back, digging into the places he knew grew the most tense, she moaned.

He wasn't going to lie, Maka's moans got him hotter than anything. So what if he got a little aroused while giving his mostly naked girlfriend a massage? It wasn't a crime. He had more than enough restraint to simply massage her without being a creep. Lord knows he'd spent years restraining himself from getting too close, lest he scare her off. This was nothing compared to the Bikini Incident of Fourth Year (shortly before the Whetstone Incident in which Maka had pounced him and he had let her have her delightfully wicked way). If he could survive soaked, bikini-clad Maka pressing right against him and moaning right in his ear, he could handle giving her a fucking massage.

"Feeling a little better?" he teased, digging his thumbs gently into the pressure points at the base of her spine.

She could only groan a strange blend of "fuck yes" and "oh god" which came out as a muffled "fuck god."

"You shouldn't get so wound up by these kids you know, 's not healthy," he admonished lightly with a grin.

She mumbled something unintelligible and he laughed and continued.

Soon enough she was a puddle of blissful, non-tense, meister goop. He smiled at her and pressed a light kiss to her spine, right between her shoulder blades.

"Feeling better darling?" he cooed, rubbing her shoulders.

She turned her head slowly and fixed her hooded eyes on him. "Mmhmm."

He grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Good. Want to take a nap?"

She hummed again and turned languidly on her side. "As long you join me in semi-nakedness."

He outright laughed at that but started pulling his shirt off anyway. He kicked his shorts off as well and lay down next to her in his boxers. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She slung and arm around his neck and pressed her lips against his happily. He returned the kiss gently until she started pressing her lips more firmly against his. He sighed and titled his head, prodding her closed mouth with his tongue.

She opened her mouth to him and their tongues slid against each other slowly, neither in any rush to move anything along. He moved the hand not presently splayed against the small of her back to her face and gently cupped her cheek. Her hand that was not twining amongst his white locks was gripping his shoulder.

With the arm around her, he pulled her even closer so their whole bodies were flush against each other. She hooked a leg over his hip but did nothing else as they continued to kiss.

Finally, he pulled away and met Maka's hooded green eyes with his own hooded red. "I thought we were supposed to relaxing?" He softly stroked the skin of her back with a thumb and watched as she shivered.

"There are other things besides naps that can relax us," she whispered and she pecked his lips. "Things that involve you and me and no clothes at all." She trailed light kisses across his jaw and down to his neck.

He snorted as she kissed behind his ear, loving the little tingle that shot down his spine straight to the tips of his fingers and toes. "I would never have guessed that was what you wanted. Your intensions are absolutely impossible to determine."

"Alright there Mr Sarcastic," she giggled. "It was cheesy I get it." She nuzzled into his neck and kissed his collar bone lightly. "It's OK, right? That we have sex now?"

He grinned and pulled her back to his mouth for a kiss. "There's nothing I want more."

She sighed and pulled at his shoulder so he could lean over her, already feeling his cock come to life against her thigh. "I love you."

He trailed his tongue down her neck as he settled himself over her before he sucked gently on the skin of her throat. "I love you too."

Her legs wrapped around his hips and he ground against her, moaning softly against her neck. She hummed beside his ear and carded her fingers through his hair with one hand while the other rubbed up and down his back.

"Soul," she murmured and he returned to her lips.

His teeth were sharp against her tongue as she rubbed it against them and he nipped at it slightly, causing her to squeak. They both snickered, pressing their foreheads against each other.

"How about we get naked now?" she whispered and her partner grinned.

He leaned back and sat with his legs tucked under him, unwrapping her legs from his waist. He reached down for her panties and pulled them slowly down her legs which were pointed towards the ceiling. Once they had been pulled off, he tossed them to the side and kneeled, widdling his boxers over his hips with her help. He had to do some awkward moving about that ended up with their positions reversed so that she could pull his boxers off and toss them aside like he had done her panties, which resulted in him becoming slightly flustered but it was alright once they were settled back in their previous positions.

He kissed her for a while, rubbing his erection against her sex. She whined and sighed whenever the head caught against her entrance or her clit and she couldn't help but buck up against the torturously slow friction. Finally Soul reached for his dick and lined himself up with her.

"We still safe with the...?" he breathed, brushing the head against her lips.

When she nodded and hummed, he pressed forward, slowly sinking into her. She tipped her head back, releasing a low, loud, long moan. Once he was fully sheathed in her, they lay for a moment, basking in the feeling of skin on skin. Slowly, he started to move, pace just as slow as before.

He pressed his forehead to hers, their lips brushing against each other as they tried to breathe deeply. Heat started to build up in their blood, pressure growing in their abdomens. She kept moaning, holding his shoulders in a tight grip, her nails digging into his skin.

Her voice rose in pitch and he began to hum his pleasure through closed lips, pace still painfully slow. She whined and cried out when he suddenly stopped.

"Soul, what?" She pressed his sweaty white bangs back to get a better look into his eyes.

His chest heaved against hers. "Turn over," he murmured. "Please?"

She smiled and laughed lightly, relieved there was nothing wrong. She pushed him back, forcing him to pull out as she turned around and rested on her hands and knees. He draped his body over hers and she felt something poke her entrance before he entered again in one smooth movement.

She cried out and he groaned, he could hit deeper in that position. He pressed one of his hands over hers, twining their fingers together while the other wandered to her tit to give it a brief grope before trailing down her rib caged and abdomen, down to press gently against her clit.

She shuddered and moaned out his name, heat flaring in her blood. Her toes curled as he started thrusting again, pulling out almost to the tip, then pressing back in slowly. With his finger between her folds, he pressed against her clit then swirled his finger around it. This teasing continued till she was almost sobbing his name.

"Soul, please!" she begged. "Fuck, please, pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease."

"Yes, my meister," he murmured breathlessly against her ear.

Then he pressed hard against her clit and suddenly she was crying out desperately, squeezing the fingers between hers and she came, shuddering and shaking under him. Her pussy clenched around his dick and he felt the coil in his abdomen snap. He came inside her with a happy groan, pressing his face into the nape of her neck.

He kept slowly moving inside her for a few moments, riding out their orgasms. Once the pulsing had stopped, he pulled out slowly and slid off her back onto the mattress as her elbows gave out and she face-planted into the pillow.

He snickered tiredly and tugged her down beside him with a hand around her waist. She flopped down beside him and her half-closed eyes met his, matching smiles on their faces.

"Now do you wanna nap?" he teased, brushing some ash-blonde locks behind her ear.

She yawned and nodded, snuggling up against his side. "Thank you," she sighed and she closed her eyes.

"Absolutely my pleasure," he whispered in return, pressing a kiss to her head before he closed his eyes as well.