So, it's been a bit since I updated this one; meant to do it at the beginning of the month, but no one left a review this last time and that made me sad :( I thought you guys liked me ... lol
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Chapter Six: Something He Didn't Know. Something She Won't Remember.
He had been watching her from a distance for a great while, moving from time to time to avoid being caught by the all-knowing Elizabeth who had somehow sobered up after the fireworks were over. Damn her, always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. She was so beautiful - Maka that is - so breathtakingly gorgeous that his chest ached when that damned smile of hers flashed across her face. He gulped at the way she moved to the rhythm. He had never known her this way, loose and enjoying herself to her heart's content. It was mesmerizing, and it was all he could do to just longingly stare at her as discreetly as possible. He should have left about an hour ago because he had work in the late morning, but he couldn't find it in himself to just leave her here.
He finally found an ideal place up against the wall. He had the perfect view of her while being able to hide himself from Liz. He leaned back, allowing his body to relax as he gazed upon her. The waves in her hair were still bouncing about as she jumped from side to side. She was glistening from all the movement and alcohol, the heat in the room adding to the fire. She hadn't been dancing with guys since he had first seen her earlier that night, which had bubbles of something like pride blossoming in his chest. He couldn't get the image of her being under him out of his head and he felt like a dick for it, but it was more than that, like a need to protect her. It had sparked something much more dangerous within him, his care for her had become something deeper and he was afraid of it, but wouldn't ignore it. That wouldn't be cool of him; it'd be childish and foolish to avoid something so real.
In a second, her eyes were on him and he almost choked on his water as she all but beckoned him over, setting him apart from the gawking drunks who had taken an interest in her. They held eye contact for quite a while before she began to dance her way over to him, her emerald too astounding to turn away from. He had it bad, so very bad. She came up to him, swinging her hips around in a way that had his mouth dry. Where had his water gone? Down his shirt, down his throat, up his nose? Whatever, it did not matter when the curve of her lips presented the white of her teeth so perfectly.
"You still owe me a dance!" she yelled over the music. Shit, no. He thought she was too drunk to remember that - or anything, for that matter - but apparently not.
"Uh, do I?" She grabbed ahold of his hand and began to back away with his appendage, summoning him to the dance floor.
"You most certainly do." He couldn't say no, no matter how hard he tried. She had captured her prey and she was a stubborn predator. He allowed himself to be all but dragged into the middle of the room, his height standing out slightly. Before he knew it, Maka was dancing closely against him, both of their hands intertwined as she smiled up at him happily. He found himself smiling back down at her and actually moving to the beat. They began to do somewhat of a cha cha/salsa kind of movement and she was being more than daring. She turned around, still refusing to let go of his hands, and began to grind against his thighs, as she wasn't tall enough to reach - ahem - other areas. Nonetheless, it was still doing things to him. After a while, the song changed and they continued to dance in exceedingly close proximity; sensuously, dangerously. His mind was completely overtaken, she had him tied around her cute, little Maka fingers, covered in paper cuts and pen ink, and he somehow found it incredibly endearing and kind of sexy. A woman with a brain and passions she wouldn't let anyone dictate; truly admirable, a sight to behold, and a force to be reckoned with.
"I think I need to stop," she grumbled. Maka all but froze in her spot and wobbled a bit after having been jumping excitedly up and down.
"You okay?"
"I'm reaaally hot 'n' … dizzy. I think I neeeeeed … water."
"Okay, let's go get you some water." Soul led her from the mass of drunks dancing and into the kitchen, grabbing her another bottle of water and heading for the back door once again. He could tell just from the heat coming off of her hand that she was burning up. She would likely throw up at some point, she had consumed a rather large amount of alcohol. She followed him out the door and sighed at the feel of the breeze against her sweat dampened skin.
"Oh, that feels so good," she mumbled out. Soul decidedly opened and passed the bottle to her before the thought of how arousing that last statement sounded was.
"Slow sips, don't want you throwing it all up right away," the thought of her actually throwing up cooling him down only slightly, if at all. She heeded his warning, only taking in a little at a time. Everything seemed really distorted in her vision, like she could actually see the world turning under her feet, it was really throwing her off. "Feeling better?" he asked as he began rubbing small circles on her palm, eliciting an excited chill to sweep up her arm and pang in her chest.
"Yeeep, … can you take me home? I'm gettin' tirrrrred." Her slurring was now at a minimum, but that didn't make her any less wasted. Her body swayed back and forth and she would stumble every so often. She was doing better than he thought she would, though, which was a definite plus.
"Sure. You ready to go now?" She nodded and that was all he needed. He was her servant, after all. "Stay here, I'll be right back." He quickly walked inside and grabbed his keys from the back of a cabinet where he had smartly hidden them and went to let Kidd know they were taking off for the night.
"You need to borrow the car?"
"Yeah, Maka isn't in any condition to ride the bike."
"Mmm, well, I suppose that's alright. I'm staying the night here anyway." Kidd reached into his pocket and handed Soul his keys. "Just be careful with her, please."
"Thanks, and will do. I'll bring her back in the morning." Men and their motor vehicles ... He turned and said a quick farewell to a few other - more sober - friends and headed back out to find Maka laying on the deck, staring awestruck up at the night sky. He chuckled and slouched down to hover over her. "Hey, you."
"Heyyy, where did you goo?" she asked as she held onto the rail, bringing herself back up to stand with his help. He hadn't been gone more than two minutes, but she was acting as if he had left her there for an hour. "I missed youuuu." She lurched herself forward, tripping and barely being caught in Soul's arms. He had such good reflexes.
"Woah, there. You okay?" He pulled her into a more stable position as she laughed.
"Yeah!" She held onto his arm as he began to lead her down the deck stairs to the grass and around the house. "Heyyy, where's your biike?"
"It's at Blake's, but we're taking Kidd's car, so no throwing up, 'k?" Kidd had also parked at Blake's in fear of his new baby getting any kind of damage, so what would normally take Soul an easy seven-minute walk, turned into twenty as Maka decided she was too tired to walk and wanted to lay down every two minutes. He finally just decided to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way. She was painfully childish when drunk. "Finally …" Soul brought her down from his shoulder to lean back against the side of the car, taking out Kidd's keys and unlocking the doors. She was out like a light as he sat her in the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt for her. It was only about a fifteen-minute drive back to their apartment complex, but she woke up halfway there, full of energy, unbuckling herself and trying to move around, opening the window to stick her head out. They made it home without any real concern after he figured out how to lock the windows so she couldn't jump or fall out, and Soul parked the car to quickly go to her side and help her open the door. Her cheeks were burning red from laughter as she clutched his hand. She fumbled as she stepped out of the car, too inebriated to walk properly even though she adorned flats. He could only imagine how often she'd fall trying to walk in heels.
"Soouuull! You'r my peerince," she hugged him around the neck, bringing him in close as she smiled cheerily up at him.
"Am I now?" he chuckled out. "And why's that?" He eagerly wrapped an arm around her waist before she could let her legs all but crumble underneath herself, leaning down to pick her back up bridal style.
"Because I chose you! You can't disobeey your perrrincess." He carried her up the stairs and down the long hall to their apartment door, having to put her down to insert the key into the knob. "The princess chooses her prince, didn't you know that?" she giggled, not relinquishing her hold on him, resulting in him bending down recklessly close to her face to unlock and open the door.
"No, I did not know that, when did you decide this?" To say that he was amused was an understatement if he had ever heard one, but that could just be because she was adorable and he hung on every word she said. He opened the door and ushered her in backward before her lips were on his abruptly. His eyes were wide as he tried to pull away, but her arms had him in an unyielding hold. He quickly kicked the door shut behind him as he was pulled further into the apartment, his urges coming back tenfold at the realization that they would be alone for the rest of the night. His hands slithered their way from her shoulders, down her sides, and just barely under the bottom of her shirt. Her skin was slightly sticky from the sweat she had procured throughout the night, but for whatever reason, it had his lower stomach coming to life with a yearning he couldn't ignore. It had thoughts of a sweaty, unclothed Maka as she gasped from under him seeping into his dirty mind. He began to kiss her back, enacting her contented moan to shake through him, making its way down his throat and spreading throughout his body to caress his nerve endings. God, what she did to him. He tightened his grip on her hips to lift her slightly from the ground only to bend down and wrap his arms around to cradle her butt, bringing her back up with him. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as she deepened the kiss, hugging him with her everything. Soul smirked into the kiss as he slowly allowed his arms to loosen, testing to see if she would fall. She all but clung to him, not depending on his support at all. She pulled away as his hands gripped her thighs, rubbing up and down the bare skin.
"S-Soul ..." she moaned out, and she had him. His mouth was over her neck in a heated rush of emotion and desire. He turned slightly right and slammed her back against the wall as carefully as he could muster. She was shaking in his grasp until she wasn't, made unaware of her sudden lack of movement as he was too busy assaulting her salty skin.
"Wait, wa-..." a hand came up to cover her mouth quickly as the sudden urge to hurl her guts out all over the man in front of her wretched forward. He pulled away at the alarming sound.
"Are you alright?"
"Down …" He quickly and attentively sat her down before she all but ran to the bathroom. He followed right behind her, watching through concerned eyes of ruby red as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl, an uncomfortable sound being forced to fill the quiet room. He knew this would happen, she had had way too much to drink for a first timer, and he was actually rather surprised - and thankful - that it hadn't happened while in the car. Soul quietly grabbed a washcloth from below the sink, ran some cold water on it, and made his way to pull her hair from her face and place the wet cloth on her neck. She was breathing heavily as she gripped the toilet lid, Soul whispering sweet, reassuring things into her ear as he rubbed her back soothingly. What a big teddy bear.
"You alright there?" he asked after it seemed she had emptied everything and her breathing had calmed. She nodded in response, resting her head on her arm as her eyes remained closed. "Want to wash your mouth out?"
"Yeah …"
"Can you stand?" At that, Maka began to sit up, deciding that washing her mouth out was more important than resting on the ground next to her barf. She flushed the toilet as Soul helped her up to walk to the sink, being handed a small paper cup with a little bit of mouthwash in it. "Do not drink this, Maka. Remember to spit it out." She nodded, taking the small cup from him and swishing it around in her mouth before gargling and spitting it out. Ahhh, that was better. Soul then filled the cup with some water and handed it back to her. "Swish with this, too." So she did, because she trusted him; because he made everything better. After that, she had to pee, which he insisted she do alone, and when she was done, he helped her get ready for bed. Putting her hair up, he washed her face, making sure to use makeup wipes to remove everything and drying her face with a tissue or two. He had her actually brush her teeth, skipping the flossing, and guided her to her room to change. He sat her down on her bed as he went to pull a pair of matching pajamas from her dresser, only to turn around and find Maka pulling her shirt over her head.
"I don't want to wear that," she complained, pulling an extremely large black t-shirt out from under her mattress. Soul blinked a few times in astonishment, too busy placing where he had seen the shirt before as he examined the black material.
"Maka … isn't that mine?" he asked as he came in to take a closer look.
"Not anymore!" she giggled, holding it to her chest.
"I've been looking for that!" Soul began to laugh in amazement, he had been missing that shirt for three months! "You little thief." She squealed as he tried to snatch it from her only to have to chase after her as she ran from the room, half dressed in short shorts and an inviting black lace bra. She ran for his room, closing and locking the door before he could reach the handle. Lucky for him, if one were to jiggle the handle juuust right, the door would open, but he found Maka had discarded her shorts and was currently trying to clothe herself in his much too large for her t-shirt, humorously lost in the cloth. This dangerous territory shit was getting old. Even though she was twirling and flailing around, her head and arms stuck in the shirt, she still managed to excite him in some weird way, her bare skin becoming the object of his transfixion. The curvature of her back as she stretched, the back dimples put on display, the tensing and flexing of her muscles as they fought to work for her to no avail.
Soul gulped and took in a slow breath in an attempt to ease himself from the building tension and heat in his lower abdomen. He stepped toward her, grabbing the hem of his shirt, and aided in pulling it over her head and down her back to hide away what skin it could. This wasn't ideal either, he had never been aware of how small she would be in his clothing, it had never crossed his mind, but look! Here she was, in one of his more comfortable shirts, scurrying across the sheets of his bed, and he couldn't have imagined it better. How she managed to be adorable and sexy as fuck in the same damn movement, he hadn't a clue. This whole predicament had him realizing that he didn't know anything, apparently.
"Woah, woah, woah. Where do you think you're going?" Soul stepped up to the bed, hands on his waist in mock discipline. "First you steal one of my favourite shirts and now you're trying to steal my bed?" She let out a soft moan as she turned to gaze up at him from mission self-burrito with a small pout at her lips, eyes wide, and holy fuck, was that the most unfair thing he had ever witnessed, the scheming little fiend! She was using her feminine wiles on him! How dare she!
"Can I sleep here, pwitty pweaze?"
'Fuck. Me.' Soul couldn't help the salivating of his mouth as she rolled closer to him, his shirt running tauntingly up her leg as bare flesh peaked out. How was he supposed to say no to that?
"Fine." He couldn't. There would have been no way. He was a sucker, the jawbreaker of all candy.
"Yaaaayyy! My Soul is the bestest!" Maka jumped up to pull him into another hug, his hands twitching as confliction took over him. She was drunk! He couldn't very well put his impure hands on a drunk anyone, especially Maka. Guilt panged his gut as he reminded himself that he already had put his selfish, grubby hands all over her, along with his lips and several other parts of his body. Baaad, Soul.
"Soul?" He looked back down at the woman in front of him as she sat tangled in his sheets, wearing his shirt, hair a messy concoction of alluring, teasing, and ratty, and all he could think about was running his fingers through it. He couldn't do this, she was fucking intoxicated as shit, drunk beyond reason, he would not sink so low as to take further advantage of her while not of sound mind. She hated him when sober, she would hate him even more if he did this, and he wouldn't be able to bare that kind of agony.
"But I'm sleeping on the couch." It had been decided, but the widening of her eyes and sudden disappointment was making it difficult. He turned from her quickly, exiting the room and closing the door behind him and all but running to lock himself up in the bathroom. He had been bad, was continuing to be bad, and needed to be disciplined via cold shower and pictures of unattractive old men.
He could've sworn he had heard her sobs as he got out of the shower, but it must have just been his mind playing games. Now he laid on their couch, a small pillow behind his head and a living room blanket haphazardly draped over his body. He couldn't sleep; his mind was full of her, running wildly with the early morning's touches, both decent and explicit. He forced his eyes shut, scrunching his face as he tried to detach himself from his desires. He didn't need to touch her or hold her, he just craved the closeness, the feel of body heat coming off of her, the sound of her breathing in her sleep. Damn … he couldn't stop thinking about her...
"Soul?" Great. Now he was hearing things.
"Soul?" He was shaken from his thoughts as Maka's voice sounded near to him again. He quickly sat upright, his eyes wide as he found her standing at the end of the couch. She left him completely bewildered, he couldn't even tell the difference between reality and his imaginations any longer. "I can't sleep…" He could barely see her fidgeting in the darkness of the room, her arms crossed in front of her as she gazed down at him.
"Yeah … me neither."
"Can I sleep with you?"
"... Here?"
"Yeah." His bed would've been the more appropriate choice, seeing as they would have had enough room for both to sleep with some space between them, but … she was already walking forward, her knees planting themselves on the cushions and leaning down into his sitting form. Her hair was a golden waterfall cascading down her face to brush against his cheek as she shifted to pull the blanket over them both. She encouraged him to lay down with a soft push of her hand to his shoulder and there they were, arms wrapped around each other as she lay on top of him, his nose pressed to her scalp as he breathed her in. He was made weak by her, forced to allow her every wish no matter how absurd or selfish. She snuggled as close as she could into his chest and neck and he knew what bliss was. It was her.
They were soon asleep, no worries to keep them awake at 2 in the morning when they were enveloped in each other's warmth.
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