Morning guys :D here's Soul desperately trying not to fuck it up again, hope you enjoy

Soul fiddles with his hair for the umpteenth time. It's out of nerves more than anything else but he needs something to do with his hands and if it's not his hair, it will be his clothes. He has every right to be nervous; if he fucks it up tonight that is him and Maka over – she won't give him another chance after this and he really doesn't want to lose her. Not like this. He's too head over heels.

Finally he gives up with his hair – if you look ridiculous you're only going to make it worse by fiddling with it – he gets out of his car and walks up to Maka's front door, just about remembering the bunch of carnations he bought as an extra apology. His heart is in his throat. He feels dizzy and sick and he prays to every god he can think of that he doesn't get tongue-tied again and say something monumentally stupid or blurt something out that he shouldn't.

As he reaches the door he takes a deep breath and knocks. He has another quick fiddle with a particularly unruly lock of hair using one of the tiny frosted-glass windows on her door as a mirror before he sees her coming down the hallway and stops. He just about has time to straighten his tie before she pulls the door open and Soul has to pick his jaw up off the floor.

Maka is in a tight fitting black dress that hugs all her curves in just the right places and she's let her hair down from its usual pigtails. If he thought the sight of her in lingerie was enough to kill him she looks like an absolute angel tonight. He realises he's staring (although he doesn't think he could help that if he wanted to) and he has to do something to appear normal. He holds out the carnations.

"Th... these are for you," he stammers.

She smiles as she takes the flowers. "You remembered?"

"Of course," Soul says. He wasn't lying there, he actually had remembered her telling him that carnations are her favourite flowers. Extra bonus points on that one.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks. "I know I'm a little bit early so..."

"Sure," Maka says as he flails. Then she does something he didn't expect. She leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. "Thanks for the flowers."

"No problem," he says, his voice a scratchy rasp.

"Give me a second to put these in some water and I'll be with you," she says.

"Sure," Soul says, still a little dazed and light headed from the kiss, even if it was just a cheek kiss. Maka disappears back inside, Soul staring after her. She's gone for a few minutes before reappearing again, pulling on a coat.

"Shall we go," she asks.

"Sure thing."

"So you wanted to talk," she says once the waiter has bought their drinks and taken their orders.

"Yes," Soul says.

"So talk."

"Okay," Soul says. "So firstly I just want to say again how sorry I am for what I said the other night. It was stupid and I wasn't thinking. I had no right to say anything about what you do for a living, especially when we're not anything exclusive. I'm an idiot and I don't blame you if you don't want anything to do with me outside of work." He's rambling by the end of it but he can't stop himself, it's all just tumbling out.

"You done?" she asks after he pauses for breath.

"I think so," he says.

"Okay," she says with a smile, which he takes as a good sign. "Firstly, you've apologised enough."

"Okay..."

"Secondly, if I didn't want anything to do with you I wouldn't be here."

"That's comforting."

"I know the phone sex thing is difficult for some people, especially guys who are interested in a relationship, to understand but it is just a job. It's not my whole life, you know?"

"I know," Soul says. "Work doesn't define you. I'm not as boring as my job would suggest... at least I hope I'm not."

Maka giggles. "Definitely not."

"Again, comforting," he says with a soft laugh. "I just got so jealous, irrationally jealous I might add, when I thought about you having phone sex with other people because I really quite like you," he adds after a pause.

"To be honest it's really dull." Maka says.

"How so?" Soul expected anything but 'dull' as a description of being a phone sex operator but he'll hear her out.

"Well I have no idea what any of the people who ring up look like," she explains, "so I never know if I'd actually be in any way attracted to them or not. I've got scripts I'm supposed to follow, which still feels weird even though I've been doing this for a while now, and they're not imaginative as you may have heard. Normally I get bored, go hands free and start doing the washing up or the ironing."

Soul can't help but laugh. It sounds too absurd to be anything but true. "Okay..."

"The only person who I've had phone sex with, who I wasn't already in a serious relationship with, who has held my interest and actually cared about me having a good time as well is you," she says and Soul feels his heart skip.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Cupid's arrow shoots him straight through the heart numerous times and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. Without thinking he reaches across the table to brush a lose lock of her hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger against her cheek a little longer than perhaps necessary.

"You're beautiful," he says and she blushes, cheeks tinted pink as she bites her bottom lip. She really is stunning...

"So are you," she says and Soul's heart clenches again. God she's perfect!

"I think you're stunning," he says finally. "You're smart, you're funny, god knows you're sexy and I want to get to know you."

"We've been talking for a while now," she says, "I think we know each other pretty well enough."

"Oh..." His heart sinks.

"So why don't we finish here then go back to yours and we can pick up where we left off the other night," she says.

Soul blinks and looks up at her. "What?"

"You heard me," she says as she takes a sip of her drink.

A smile of Soul's own spreads over his face. "If you want to I'd be more than happy."

Dinner seems to go on far too long. There's a prickling creeping along Soul's skin, the anticipation of taking Maka back to his is killing him but he just about manages to hold it together. They talk about anything and everything that isn't about the end of the night as they eat, both of them dancing around the fact that there is only one way this evening is heading.

Even the drive back to Soul's is laced with tension, both of them itching to touch but Soul dutifully keeping his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. By the time they get back to his house Soul is practically thrumming with anticipation. His fingers tremble as he opens the door but as soon as the two of them are inside the tension between them is gone.

Lips press against one another, Maka's fingers tangle in Soul's hair and his arms wrap around her waist as they both pull the other as close as they can get with their clothes still in the way. Maka sighs against Soul's lips as one of his hands slips under the hem of her dress and runs up the inside of her thigh.

"So beautiful," he pants as he pulls back for air. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes lidded and her lips kiss swollen. Soul wishes he had a way to burn that image into his brain forever. He dives in for another kiss as her hands move to begin pushing his coat off his shoulders, desperate to get down to skin.

He pulls away from her lips (a little reluctantly) and takes his coat off, hanging it up before he takes hers from her as well. No sooner are they both gone then they're on each other again. Soul's fingers carding through her hair while Maka's clutch at the front of his shirt and tie.

"Bedroom," she murmurs against his lips.

"Okay," he says. He backs her up against the wall, loving the soft gasp she lets out as her back hits it. Without question she wraps her legs around his waist and he places his hands on her backside, giving it a firm squeeze. She moans into his mouth as he uses this firm grip to carry her into his bedroom before he lays her down on his bed.

Looking up at him with hazy, lust filled eyes, she reaches up to undo his tie. Using it as leverage she pulls him down into another kiss, her fingers leaving it the second their lips touch and already beginning to make short work of his shirt buttons. He reaches round her back and begins to undo the zip on her dress, slowly dragging it down. She seems more and more frantic to get down to skin whereas Soul is content to take his time and take her apart.

Once his shirt is undone he pulls away from her lips and shrugs it off, letting it fall to the floor. The tie goes with it before he undoes his belt and slips it out, Maka's fingers clutch at his belt loops and pull him towards her. From where she's sitting on the edge of the mattress she's right in front of his dick and all Soul can do is watch as she undoes his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down far enough to free him.

He looks down into teasing green eyes as she leans forward and makes a show of licking his dick from base to tip. Fingers twitch to touch as she takes him in, right to the back of her throat and swallows around him. A low groan tears its way out of Soul's throat as she bobs up and down on his cock, working the underside with her tongue. Soul feels as if he's died and gone to heaven – this is the best moment of his damn life.

Tentative fingers grip Maka's hair as Soul feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His gut tightens and he grips Maka's hair, pulling her off his cock.

She looks up at him, mouth open and panting, and it's almost enough to push him over the edge. He lets out a long, shaking breath as his fingers slip from her hair to her shoulders. He slowly begins to push her dress down, revealing creamy skin underneath. When he can't reach any further she flashes a smirk up at him before getting to her feet.

Maka pushes her dress down and off, letting it pool at her ankles and Soul's breath catches in his throat as he looks her up and down. He hurriedly pushes his trousers and boxers off, his dick impossibly hard and he wants nothing more than to throw her down on the mattress and fuck her until they're both spent.

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous," he tells her.

Maka giggles before pulling him into a kiss, slipping her tongue past his slack lips. As their tongues dance over each other she turns him and pushes him down onto the mattress, straddling his hips. She pulls back and trails a fingertip down his chest.

"Do you want me?" she asks, tone playful.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Then take me."

She gets off Soul, reaches round her back and unclasps her bra. As she slips it off and drops it to the floor, revealing her perfect breasts, Soul feels his mouth go dry. He sucks in a breath and just about manages to register the part of his brain telling him that condoms are a thing that needs to happen. Scrambling it his bedside table he hastily opens the top draw, pulling out a condom and turning back just in time to see Maka stripping off her final piece of clothing so that she stands, naked, before him.

Soul swallows. "Wow..."

The sight of Maka naked is enough to make him want to cry with happiness and the fact that she's in his bedroom only makes the whole experience better.

Without wasting any more time staring Soul tears open the condom packet with his teeth and rolls the latex onto himself. His hands are shaking but he just about manages to do it without screwing up. Once he's finished Maka straddles his hips again, running her fingers through his hair as he wraps his arms around her waist. He flips their positions so that she's under him and he can't think of a more beautiful sight.

Hands roam everywhere, Maka's nails digging into Soul's shoulder as he slides inside her. She's so hot, so wet and so tight Soul groans, pressing his lips against her. His head is spinning but he just about hold it together as he begins thrusting in and out of her. The sight of her panting and writhing beneath him, letting out beautiful little moans and gasps, is almost enough to break him. Almost...

"Soul... gonna cum..."

That, however, is enough to break him.

Propping himself up on one hand Soul reaches down with the other and begins stroking her clit. She tightens around him and her grip on his shoulder begins to sting but that only spurs him on until he feels her come apart beneath him. With a soft gasp of his name she reaches her peak, tightening like a vice around him. He follows a few thrusts later, filling the condom and pressing his lips to hers, swallowing every little gasp and moan as they both ride out their pleasure, completely sated.

Once they've both caught their breath Soul presses his forehead to hers, their breath mingling.

"Hey you," he says.

"Hey..." she replies a little shyly.

"That was amazing."

"Yeah it was."

"Stay the night."

"Okay."