Morning guys :D got another ten hour shift (with a damaged rotater cuff so that's going to be fun haha) hope you enjoy a chapters worth of Soul being a toad XD

Soul still can't quite work out how it's happened. At some point after that night when he had called Maka and had a try at her second job himself the two of them started calling each other on a regular basis when they wanted to get off. Both of them are too good at talking and it's now at the point where they call each other practically every night. They talk about other things too; like she now knows that he likes listening to jazz and would do just about anything for cheesecake and he knows that she has a rocky relationship with her father and is scared of pigeons. The conversations end up turning more and more sexual as the evening wears on but not that either of them really has a complaint about that though.

The only time Soul does want to complain about this little arrangement is when Maka's other job gets in the way.

"That's my work phone," Maka says suddenly and Soul can just about hear it ringing in the background. "I've gotta go."

"Wait!" he calls suddenly. At least they've only been chatting this time. Once they had been in the middle of a heated phone conversation and Maka had left him high and dry with a case of blue balls while she took another call.

"What?" she asks and he can hear the irritation in her voice.

"So are you still working as a phone sex girl?" he asks, blurting out the obvious without really thinking.

"I prefer 'operator' but yes," Maka replies.

"Why?" he asks before he can stop himself.

"Because it's good money. You think this internship pays well?" she asks and Soul has no answer – he knows it doesn't. "Look, can we talk about this later, I have to go."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," he says before hanging up with a sigh. It bothers him. He can't put his finger on why it bothers him that Maka is still working as a phone sex operator (probably because she's doing it with people who aren't me) but it does. He knows he's being irrational – it's just a job and you know she's not faking it with you... at least you hope she's not – but he can't stop the green eyed monster from rearing its ugly head.

She said they'd talk about it later so he'll just wait until they talk about it later then. In the mean time he's going to try not to think about it too much.

Unfortunately he does think about it. He thinks about it a lot. Soul spends pretty much all night and most of the next morning thinking about the fact that Maka is still getting paid to have phone sex with other people. He's definitely jealous, there is no denying that, but there's no way that he can ask her to stop – it is her job after all and it would be a super dick move if he did.

So when he picks up his desk phone that afternoon he isn't really thinking. He just acts and dials Maka's number. If his brain wasn't drunk at the wheel he would know that this was a terrible idea but rational thought has long since retired and is flying further and further away from being any help with every ring. Maka picks up on the fourth ring.

"Thompson and Thompson, Soul Evans' office, you're through to Maka, how can I help?"

"Hello Maka," Soul all but purrs.

"Hello Mr–"

"Don't say my name," Soul cuts her off. "Just carry on as if everything is normal and I'm just a regular caller."

"Yes sir."

Soul wishes that he could see her reaction. He wants to watch her desperately trying to keep her composure as he whispers sinful things into her ear. He wants to see as well as hear just how hot under the collar she gets as he talks to her. He could get into so much trouble for this but he's already started now so he's going to continue.

"How are you this afternoon?" he asks.

"I'm very well thank you sir," she says. "And yourself?"

"I'm fantastic," he says smirking to himself. "I just fancied a little chat."

"About what?" Maka asks.

"I think you know."

"Oh..."

"I say chat," he chuckles. "What I mean is I'm going to talk and you're going to listen again. Understand?"

"Yes sir," she replies.

"Good," he purrs. This is going to be so much fun. ""Firstly I think what I'm going to do is run my hands up your legs and push them apart so I've got you completely spread out and on display."

He hears her breath hitch slightly down the phone. He'd know that sound anywhere by now – she's turned on and she wants him to keep talking.

"Yes sir," she says, her voice a little more breathy than is maybe necessary for a work conversation and that thought makes Soul's smirk widen.

"Once I've got you spread open for me I'll run my tongue up the inside of your thigh, to tease you and make you tremble," he tells her and god does he wish he could see her reaction this time. Curse this office for not having any windows allowing him to see into the rest of the open plan offices beyond his door.

"Please continue," Maka says as he takes too long a pause. Her voice is definitely strained from being on the receiving end of this and not being able to do anything about it.

"When I get under your skirt I'll run my tongue up and down your pussy, over your underwear, getting you nice and wet for me. I'll tease you and run my fingers over your skin while I do to get you really wet. Can you feel my hand just skimming up your thigh?"

"Yes sir," she replies and her voice is definitely strained. He has to admit her calling him 'sir' is also really doing if for him but this call is about her.

"I'll run my fingers over the hem of your underwear, making you wonder just what I'm going to do before I rip them off."

She gasps softly again and Soul knows that he is completely addicted to that sound.

"Then I'll run my tongue over your pussy again but this time there will be nothing to stop you from feeling every flick of my tongue over you," he says.

There is a soft squeak down the line and he can't stop himself from chuckling. She's already hot, he knows she is, and now he wants to see her come apart.

"Do you wish you could touch yourself?" he asks.

"Yes sir," she pants.

"Do you want to feel my tongue for real?" he asks, another devious idea creeping its way into his mind.

"Yes sir," she says.

"Then step into my office," he says and puts the phone down. Again he'd love to see her trying to push herself up on shaking legs and make her way over to his door as if everything where normal. Having said that he is now incredibly glad that no one can see into his office otherwise there would be no way they could do this.

There is a knock at the door and it's not Maka's usual controlled knock, this one is a lot shakier. "Come in."

"You wanted to see me sir," Maka says as she enters the room and Soul immediately notices the difference in her. The usual calm and professional exterior is cracking: her eyes are hazy and there is a light flush on her cheeks.

"Ah Maka," he says as if he'd forgotten that he called her in in the first place, "come in and lock the door behind you please."

Maka nods, unable to find her voice, and dutifully locks the door behind herself. She turns to Soul expectantly, awaiting her next instruction.

"Come here," he says moving some papers on his desk so there is a nice space in front of him where she can sit. "On the desk," he adds when she stops in front of him.

She hops onto the space he made for her and he takes a nice long look at her legs. They're so long, shapely and beautiful and he can't wait to feel them wrapped around his head as he eats her out. He reaches out, placing both hands on her knees and slowly spreading her legs, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time. She has her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from moaning but the look in her eyes clearly says that she wants him to continue.

Hands travel up her thighs and under her skirt. Soul hooks his fingers in the hem of her underwear and tugs it down. It's a little awkward because she's sitting but, realising what he's doing, she pushes herself up so he can slip them off. This is the first time they've had physical contact and every touch feels like fire. Soul leans down between Maka's spread legs and presses a kiss to the inside of her knee causing her to gasp.

"You're going to have to keep quiet," he tells her with a smirk. "There's an office full of people out there and, as much as I want to hear you scream, it's probably best that they don't."

Maka nods, clutching the desk beneath her and biting her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to keep herself quiet. Taking her apart is going to be so much fun, Soul thinks as he dips his head down again and begins a trail of hot kisses up the inside of her thighs until his face is nestled between them.

He gives her cunt a long, slow lick and the tiny squeak of pleasure is like music to his ears. She's so wet from hearing him talk and Soul can't help his own moan from vibrating through his throat as his tongue flicks over her clit. He can feel her legs trembling under his grip as he teases and tastes her, his tongue driving her wild.

"Oh god!" she cries on a whisper. "Gonna... gonna cum."

The words are like a gift from heaven. He grips her thighs tighter, keeping them apart with his strong grip, as he flicks his tongue over her clit faster and faster. She cums with a breathy sigh and Soul doesn't stop his relentless attack on her clit until she's stopped trembling and shaking with the force of her orgasm.

He gets to his feet, slips a hand round the back of her neck and pulls her into a heated kiss. It's the first one they've shared and she mewls softly as she tastes herself on his tongue, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close.

"Want more?" he asks, panting as they pull away for air.

"God yes," she replies in kind.

"Come to my place tonight and I can really make you scream," he says.

"Okay."

Another smirk spreads across Soul's face before he dives back in for another kiss, loving the way she sinks her fingers into his hair and pulls him closer. The end of the day can't come soon enough.