Chapter 3:

Final Chapter!

Maka's Dirty Little Secret!

When Soul and Maka return home, it is around 3:20am. Maka has never been such a hot, ass, fucking, MESS. She is just all over the apartment when they first got back; fumbling through everything like Blair looking for condoms. Soul was able to drive them home because he didn't have that much to drink, like sure a martini here and there but not enough to make him like Maka or painfully horny like Maka was at the time being. Maka is now laid out on the living room floor; shoes scattered across the floor.

"Soul I know you want this bald-Headed pussy." Maka giggled.

Soul crawled over her and started making his way down her neck with his tongue.

"Looks like someone knows me too well." Soul growled seductively in her ear. They continue with their fooling around.

Then it happened.

Soul and Maka were on second Base, getting to third, when it happened.

Maka who was now clad only in her panties and the tube top she wore earlier that night bolted up from her position on the floor and started sprinting towards the bathroom. Soul, who was left only in his jeans, was no less than a step behind her, knowing what was about to happen. The bathroom door was flung open just missing Soul's nose. Maka threw the toilet seat up and just let the white porcelain bowl fucking have it. All of the contents of her stomach were emptied. Good thing soul was there to hold her hair back or the shower could be getting it too. Maka then fell to her knees, hugging the toilet and translucent beige vomit covering her mouth and chin.

"T-Thank you Soul." And with that, Maka blacked out.

"You're welcome." Soul mumbled "Now let's get you cleaned up.

He wiped her unconscious mouth and carried her to her room for a change of clothes.

"What to wear, what to wear…" Soul pondered as he went through her drawers. Since it was his choice, he ultimately decided on something rather…revealing. Hey the more of her he gets to see, the better. A black tank top and some yellow track shorts were picked out for her. He was surprised that she owned such skimpy clothing. Well skimpy for her at least. Dressing her was a bit of the true struggle but her unconscious body eventually decided to agree with the universe and let the clothes cover its self. And speaking of Maka's body, Soul learned something about it that night: Maka has tits.

While he was changing her shirt he got a nice, long look at them. He could help but cop a feel and reading the label on her bra which read 32C.

"Well looks like I better lay off the 'tiny-tits' joke." Soul thought as he went back to getting her a shirt. After she was all dressed, he once again carried her to his room where he laid her down on his bed. He decided on a change of clothes too because never again will he fall asleep in jeans. He grabbed the nearest pair of basketball shorts and got in bed behind her. Soul grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in closer. He kissed the top of her head and nodded off, spooning with the love of his life.

Maka wakes to the smell of bacon and the sound of singing filling Soul's room. She was kind of surprised to see that she was wearing different clothes being that she was drunk as fuck and doesn't remember much of anything that happened last night. AND SHE ISN'T HUNG OVER, the lucky bitch.

"What time is it?" The confuzzeled Maka asked herself. She looked over to the clock sitting on Soul's desk to see that it read 11:34. Another stroke of luck: It's Saturday. Now first order of business was to figure out what happened last night. She rose up from the bed and walked out of Soul's room.

Then she saw it.

The sunlight gleamed off of his shirtless body as he cooked breakfast for the two of them. Every movement seemed to be in slow motion. Every move of the spatula, the pouring of the batter into the waffle iron, and even the bobbing of his head in beat to the song that he was quietly singing. When things came back to real time, she had realized how unbelievably wet she was. She was going to deal with this, just after a breakfast of waffles, bacon, and the remembrance of the events of the night before.

"Good morning, lovely." Soul said sweetly to her.

"Good morning, Soul." Maka walked over to the kitchen counter and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I bet you want to know what happened last night." Soul stated.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would."

"Well how much do you remember? I'll fill in the blanks."

Maka scratched her head. Just how much did she remember?

"Well I remember the singing and shutting that other bitch down for you." She smiled at that last part. That one smile that made Soul's heart melt. "And I how could I forget the grinding?" she blushed lightly at that memory.

"So everything after the Versus Performance for me isn't there?" Soul said as he put a rather large waffle and two strips of bacon on a plate for her.

"Yeah." She drenched her breakfast in syrup.

"Well allow me to explain." Soul began telling her the tale of how Black*Star basically pulled a Celine Dion by not talking until after his performance with Tsubaki, just how well her and Tsubaki could twerk, Havar and Jacqueline's damn near coitus, Ox's inability to not get drunk insanely fast and how many times Kim had to kiss him, and various other things that had transpired. By the time he was done, Maka had eaten through half of her waffle.

"Wow." Maka said with a mouthful of waffle.

"And I haven't even gotten to the good part." Soul smirked.

"And the good part is?" asked Maka as she picked up one of her strips of bacon.

"How much you drank!" Soul was hysterical. He gave 'ROTFLMAO' new meaning. Maka dropped the piece of bacon back on to the plate

"Just how much did I drink?!" a flustered Maka retorted.

"Well let's see. You had at least 10 shots of patron, 5 daiquiris 2 bottles of bud Light lime, One of MY martinis, a Bloody Mary, a half bottle of Hennessey, some Coke with rum mixed in it, Grape vodka but I don't know how much, and to top it all off, 12 assorted kinds of margaritas." Maka's face was steaming and soul was back on the floor clutching his sides. While Soul was busy redefining acronyms, Maka sat at the bar; tomato faced, and finished her breakfast. She had to hand it to him, Soul made a mean breakfast. These were the best waffles she had ever eaten in her life. She was going to have to ask him for the recipe later.

After about another 10 minutes, Soul had regained his composure and Maka had finished her oh so amazing breakfast.

"Oh I almost forgot!" Maka exclaimed.

"Forgot what?" Soul queried. And with that, Maka had soul up against the refrigerator.

"My conditions weren't filled." Said Maka in a sultry tone.

"Well how do you want it, master?" Soul replied in that low voice that made the already tight knot in Maka's stomach insanely tighter.

"Well we could start here." Maka Then got up on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around Soul's neck, and closed the gap between their lips. He poked her bottom lip with his tongue, begging for entrance. She moaned, parting her lips, allowing Soul to slip his tongue into her mouth. Maka felt her heart race at the sudden contact of their two organs though they weren't the only two organs that were to make contact today. Their tongues playfully danced in each other's mouths but that playful dance turned into wrestling. They had parted for air for nothing else would have gotten them to stop going zombie on each other's faces. Then all of a sudden, Soul had Maka bridal style (which resulted in a startled squeak from Maka) and was carrying her to his room.

Soul kicked his door open and dropped Maka on his mattress dressed in navy blue sheets. Soul then straddled her with his hands on either side of her head.

"So what do you want, master?" Soul asked in that husky tone that made Maka (if possible) wetter than she already was.

"I want you to-" Soul cut her off by going directly for her neck, nipping and sucking on her creamy flesh making sure to leave a mark.

"You have to speak up. I can't give you what you want if you don't." Soul teased and went back to make another hickey on her neck.

"Mmm…Soul I want you to…to…" Maka fell over her own words simply because Soul had the ability to make her do so. She had to do something about this for you see, 'submissive' was not, is not, and never will be a word to describe Maka Albarn.

Their positions were reversed so that Maka was on top and Soul was on the bottom. Soul attempted at a wisecrack but was cut off by the feeling of gyrating hips on his crotch. Maka simply giggled at his attempt to get a rise out of her when she was definitely getting a rise out of him the way she was rolling her hips on that dick. Soul's hands had made their way to her hips for two reasons. Reason one being to guide her hips and reason two being he wanted to send his finger on a sex noise retrieval mission. The instant the long, talented digit found her bundle of nerves, Maka moaned clamorously enough for their neighbors all the way downstairs to hear and her grinding on Soul increased in force and speed. Soul's other hand (now an arm scythe thingy) made quick work of Maka's tank top and bra, wanting to see and feel those soft mounds of flesh that he had discovered not ten hours before this little encounter. He followed up with propping himself up with his right arm and tipping her over so that he was on top once more. Their lips met again with the same passion as before. Soul then proceeded to leave a trail of kisses all the way down to her sweet spot while his left hand fondled her breasts.

"Ahh…Soul…Stop teasing me…" Maka moaned. Soul continued his assault of kisses up and down her thighs, never getting to the spot the she wanted him to kiss most. While she was still in a sexual daze, he managed to remove what little clothing she had left.

"I thought I said that clearly enouggggggaaaahh!" Soul punctuated her sentence with a long, languid lick up her slit. His tongue then latched on to her clit which resulted in a plethora of new sounds from Maka. He then inserted a finger into her. That action made Maka's legs tighten around Soul's head. He thrust another finger into her and gave the two digits a scissoring motion that almost put Maka over the edge but Soul could fell her walls tighten around his fingers so he ceased his sexual onslaught of appendages and oral muscles and shit.

"Why'd you stop?!" Maka asked breathlessly.

"First of all, these." Soul held up a box of those fancy condoms that supposedly feel like there's nothing there and a bottle of melon flavored lube that a certain purple feline must have left for the two. "Our line of work is too dangerous for a pregnancy or pregnancy scare." Soul stated. He then continued, "I don't want to be a dad just yet."

Maka was already two steps, no, more like 9456464254 steps ahead of him.

"Soul, I've been on the pill since I was 15. We don't have to worry about children until we're ready." She was now on all fours. "Now if you'd ever be so kind to FUCK ME, that'd be great."

Soul didn't need to be told twice. Soul took of his shorts and boxers faster than you could say 'I'm going to get laid'.

"That's bigger than I thought it would be…" Maka said with nervousness and excitement.

"Well thanks. I'm glad you feel that way."

Soul poised himself at her entrance.

"Are you ready?"

"Readier than I'll ever be."

And with that, he sank in. He inched in until he reached her hymen, which when he reached it, he pulled almost all the way out and thrust all the way back in. Maka winced at the pain of losing her virginity but that same pain melted into pleasure just as those winces became moans. Soul had his hands on her hips for leverage as he slowly pumped into her.

"Hhhhnnn…go faster…" Maka pleaded. Soul carried out the action out with military perfection. She rewarded him with sounds that he didn't know were humanly possible, all arousing none the less. As Maka groaned and arched under him he could feel her getting close for he was too. Yeah. Talk about having your dick in a vice. Except that the vice is lined with lubricated muscle tissue. And is inside a person. (A/N: But I digress. So what are our two lovers doing?)

Maka hands clutched the navy blue bed dressings as she came shouting Soul's name. The force of her orgasm pulled Soul over the edge as well and he filled her with warm, sticky spooge.

"God, Soul that was amazing!" Maka stated with content in her voice and a plop back on the bed. Soul met her position.

"You're amazing." Soul replied. He gave her a peck on the lips. That kiss slowly began to deepen, refilling their lust tanks.

"Achooo!" Said a high pitched voice just as they were about to go for round two. A chill ran down both of their spines for that pitch of voice was all too familiar. Soul lunged for that nearest pair of pants which here the basketball shorts that he had on before their sexual endeavor and Maka managed to put some of his boxers on and one of his graphic t-shirts that just lay around the room. Soul threw the door open to see that Blair had a mug to it.

"Heh heh…What can I say? My coitus senses were a-tingling."