Another chapter coinciding with a ten hour shift (seriously how does this keep happening) and maybe one day when I'm not on one I will get around to replying to all your lovely reviews - thank you so much for them they have been fueling me for the last few days. Hope you enjoy this new installment :3

Almost as soon as Maka leaves his office the spell binding Soul's rationality is broken and he suddenly begins to panic. He panics because he's just eaten the intern out on his desk in the middle of the day and implicitly asked her to come over to his for sex. He's landed himself in quite the predicament and he has no idea what he is to do to get out of it without calling and cancelling on her and he really doesn't want to do that.

He wants to try and talk to Maka about his feelings. He wants to do more than just this phone sex thing, whatever it is, and he wants to actually maybe start a proper relationship with her. She's fun, she's entertaining, god knows she's sexy... Really he should also address his jealously issues about her still working as a phone sex operator. If he is going to ask her to be more than just co-workers who have sex then he should talk to her about it.

Once again he over-thinks everything, working himself up more and more so that by the time he gets home at the end of the day he's a bit of a mess. He's pacing and not sure what he's going to say or do when Maka finally gets here. He needs some advice and, in a moment of sheer madness, he pulls out his phone and sends a text to Black*Star.

[7:15pm] FROM: ME – Dude, do you have a moment to talk, I need some advice

He waits for a while, hoping against hope that Black*Star isn't in the middle of working out and actually can talk. Thankfully after a few minutes his phone buzzes.

[7:19pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – SURE THING DUDE, HOOK ME UP YO

Soul dials the number and Black*Star answers on the third ring.

"Yo wassup G?" he asks. "What's the happy haps?"

"Pardon?" Soul asks, genuinely confused by what he's just been asked.

"Good evening my friend, what is happening with you that you needed to call me for urgent advice?" Black*Star clarifies.

"Why didn't you just ask me that in the first place?" Soul asks, rolling his eyes.

"My way was more fun," Black*Star replies.

"Sure, sure."

"So what did you want to talk about?" Black*Star asks.

"I need some advice," Soul says. "Sensible advice," he adds after a pause. He knows what Black*Star's advice can be like – he was the one who told Soul to ring the phone sex line again (even though that turned out not to be with worst thing in the world).

"I'll see what I can do," Black*Star says. "What's up?"

"So you know that girl I work with?"

"The one who also works on the sex line?"

"Yeah her," Soul replies. "Well me and her have kind of been having phone sex and now she's coming over to mine tonight and we're... um..." He probably shouldn't tell Black*Star that Maka is coming over for sex. He doesn't want to be that guy.

"Dude nice!" Black*Star laughs, getting it anyway. "So are you guys like exclusive now?"

"I wanna be but I don't know how to ask her," Soul says.

"Just be straight with her, girls like that," Black*Star says. That's not terrible advice but he still has no idea how he would phrase it without sounding like a dork.

"It's not just that though," he says.

"Oh yeah?"

"You see the thing is she's still doing the phone sex job," Soul says after a pause.

"And?" Black*Star asks. "That's her job, isn't it?"

"I guess so," Soul mumbles, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. "It just bugs me."

"What do you mean it bugs you?"

"I just hate the idea of her having phone sex with other people," Soul replies. He knows he's being pathetic and he knows Black*Star is going to drop some home truths on his arse but he needs to say it out loud to someone and Black*Star's the only person he's been able to talk to about it so he will take the ribbing.

"Dude I know what you're thinking and no," Black*Star says.

"What?"

"You can't ask her to give up the phone sex," he says. "It's her job and it's not fair."

"I know," Soul says, with a sigh, "and I'm not going to. I'm just crazy about her and I really want to see if we could actually try for something."

"Have you tried – and this is a really novel idea, by the way – actually telling her how you feel about her?" Black*Star asks.

"I have not," Soul admits.

"Well then maybe that's the first thing you wanna do," Black*Star says.

"I suppose..."

"Tell her that you like her, tell her that you want to bump uglies with her and then talk about the phone sex thing but don't ask her to quit, just tell her that it bothers you."

"That actually sounds like a good plan," Soul says, a little surprised that Black*Star was the one who thought of it. I forget he's actually really quite intelligent because he acts so... well Black*Star.

"Just think before you speak and you'll be fine."

"Thanks man," Soul says as there is a knock at the door. "Listen I've gotta go, she's here."

"Tell me how everything goes," Black*Star says. "Try not to fuck it up."

"Will do," Soul says. He hangs up the phone and goes over to the door. He takes a deep, steadying breath before he opens the door and finds Maka on the other side. She looks breathtaking in a long coat (that he's pretty sure she isn't wearing a lot underneath) with her bottom lip between her teeth and looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Hey you," she says, her voice a sultry purr.

"Hey," Soul chokes, his voice sticking in his throat. God she looks stunning! "Do you want to come in?" he asks when he finally finds his voice.

"Sure," she says and follows him inside. He closes the door behind her and watches with wide eyes as she turns and strips off the coat. Just as Soul suspected she is wearing nothing but lingerie underneath it. The bra, g-string and stockings stands out, a bright red against her creamy skin and Soul can feel his brain dribbling out of his ears.

"Wow..."

"Like what you see?" she asks.

"Oh god yes!"

"Good," she strolls over to him, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a heated kiss. Soul just stands there and lets her kiss him for a moment before he snaps back to himself, placing his hands on her hips and kissing her back. He tries to put his hands on lace rather than skin but there's not a whole lot of lace for him to be safe. He's totally swept away by the kiss as Maka's tongue completely dominates his.

"Holy shit," he pants as they pull away for air. "You're so fucking stunning."

"Thanks," she replies in kind. "You're pretty good yourself."

"So do you wanna take this through to my room?" Soul asks. He was so confident this afternoon but seeing her like this has reduced him to a gibbering mess.

"Yeah," she says smiling.

Soul takes a deep breath and leads her to his bedroom. His heart is pounding, his head is spinning and all the blood in his body is rushing south. This is only made worse as he turns and Maka pushes him down onto the mattress and straddles his hips. His hands find purchase on hers as she begins to press hot, open mouthed kisses to his neck.

"Oh god," he groans. "You're so beautiful."

"You want me?" she asks between kisses.

"Fuck yes," Soul pants, gripping her hips a little tighter. "Want you in my bed."

"Good 'cause I'm already here."

"Want you naked," she says. He's so drunk on everything that is her he's almost slurring his words.

"Then do something about it," she says.

Soul's no longer thinking about anything other than the way Maka feels above him, thighs either side of his waist. "Want you to stop doing the phone sex," he says before he even realises what's coming out of his mouth.

What?

"What?" Maka's lips are suddenly no longer on his neck. She's staring down at him with cold green eyes and Soul knows that he's fucked up.

"I... that is... oh fuck..."

"No say it again," she says angrily, getting off him. "You just said you wanted me to give up my job."

"Well it's not as if you really need it," Soul says but even he knows that's stupid without the murderous look she sends his way.

"What business is it of yours if I do it or not?" she asks. "I don't owe you anything."

"No but..." he begins. He doesn't have anything after 'but' so he really should just be keeping his mouth shut.

"You know I actually thought you might be different," she says as she stalks back into the hallway and grabs her fallen coat.

"Look I'm sorry," he says, "that was stupid. I know it's your job and I have no right to say anything."

"You're right," she says as she buttons her coat back up, "you don't."

"Can I just explain myself," he says. "I shouldn't have blurted it out like that but can we just talk?"

"I think it was a mistake me coming here," she says. Before Soul can stop her she opens the door and slams it behind her.

Soul stands in the hallway for a moment, staring at the closed door and wondering just how everything has gone from amazing to a complete fuck up in so short a time. He slams his face into the door and tried to get his head around what just happened.

"Balls..."