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Soul felt like a teenager all over again. He was restless and barely slept that night. When was the last time he had been on a date? Sure, he got lots of offers from the girls at the bar, but he was nowhere near interested in girls like them. He didn't want girls who were ready to jump on any piece of good-looking man flesh (which he knew he was). But Maka, she was so different. She was the first girl, first person actually, that he had ever really understood him. Craziest part about it was that they barely knew each other and she understood him.

He glanced at the painting hanging in his room. He could not explain it exactly, but everything about it was so him. Every part of his body was perfectly as it should be. Everything was captured perfectly all the way down to his signature shark-toothed grin. The colors in the background were so dark and haunting, but there was this halo of light and beautiful colors that surrounded his body. He really should have asked her more about the meaning of the colors, but all he could focus on when he got there was her robe that was so close to falling off. Just the thought of her in her robe brought dirty thoughts to his mind that he quickly shut out.

Sure, he had been with girls before and had many girlfriends, but never had he gotten such arousing thoughts from any girl. Sure, her breasts were not the biggest, but she had an amazing body. The part of her that got to him the most were her legs. He had the chance to run his hands on her legs the other night at the club and they were so soft it was incredible. His thoughts led him back to Kid's house where they played truth or dare. When she had climbed into his lap it had taken all of his self-control to not let himself get carried away. Her soft lips on his with her nearly naked body pressed up against his. Had he not had remarkable self-control for a man his age he would have had a very awkward explanation to make, not to mention endless ridicule from Black Star and probably Liz and Patty too. Soul knew how Maka felt about men because of her father and he did not want to chase her off because he wasn't able to keep his blood from traveling southward. He was her first kiss and he nearly messed that up once, he did not need to go chasing her off because of a stupid hard on.

He finally sat up in bed knowing he needed a cold shower before he got to setting up his surprise for her today.

~o.O.o~

Maka sat in her morning class which was as boring as ever. Sure, she was an art major and she loved art, but art history had its limits of being exciting. Prehistoric art was not exciting in the least. Cave painting did hold a lot of historic value, but they did not excite her like they did for her teacher. She loved her painting class or human figure class, but she had to take this for her major, so here she was. She passed the time in this class doodling mostly and taking notes on the specific slides the teacher would say were on the test. Regardless if she hated the class, she was not going to let it destroy her perfect 4.0 GPA.

She looked down at her newest page of doodles and was startled to realize they were all Soul: his smile, his amazing abdominals in his swim suit, and his crazy hair that always seemed to remain untamed. A blush rose to her face and she quickly flipped the page over without trying to draw too much attention to herself in class.

How had one person wiggled his way so close to her in such little time? She had gotten so used to pushing men away after everything that had happened with her father. She had never really given any guys a chance before. How many were like Soul? She quickly shoved that thought out of her mind. Sure, there were probably decent guys, but there was no way there was anyone quite like Soul.

Maka could not decide whether this was some part of some rebellious phase trying to finally wiggle its way out of her, or what, but she had never wanted to kiss anyone before. Now here comes Soul who goes and steals her first kiss, which looking back now she really does not mind, but she still wants to keep seeing him and feeling his lips against hers.

She glanced up at the clock and realized that class was just about over, so she discreetly pulled out her phone (even though she knew the teacher would not mind) and shot Soul a quick text.

Maka: Hey Soul, class is almost over, but I want to stop by the house and grab a shower before lunch. Want to meet me at my place?

She started to slide her phone back into her pocket when she felt it buzz.

Soul: Yea that's fine. Just text me when you are out of the shower and I will ride on over.

Maka: Alright, see you soon :)

She could feel her nerves now as her teacher released them from class and she realized that she was going on her very first date. What should she expect? Where was he going to take her? She had no idea because she never thought to ask. All she did know is that she needed to get home, shower, and then find something to wear.

Once she was home, she bolted to the shower nearly running over a very surprised Tsubaki who watched wide-eyed as Maka flew by.

She let the water heat up as she undressed. She tested it and changed it until it was perfect and steamy before she stepped in. She tried to let herself relax into the warm water, but her muscles just would not relax even as she massaged the soap into her skin. She quickly washed her hair and gave her legs a shave before hopping out. She quickly sent Soul a text telling him she was out of the shower.

She began to look through her closet for something to wear when she heard a knock at her door. As she turned around she saw Tsubaki coming into the room. "Hey Maka, is everything okay? You seemed like you were in a big hurry."

Maka could feel the heat flowing into her face. "Um, I am just going out. I kind of, well," she fidgeted with the skirt in her hand, "I have a date." She finally forced out.

Tsubaki's face went immediately from concerned to very excited, "With Soul? Maka! Where are you guys going?"

Maka shook her head, "I don't know. He just asked last night if I wanted to go out sometime and I told him I was free after class today. He should be on his way over now"

"Well, what are you going to wear?"

"I honestly don't know. I have no clue where we are going or what we are doing."

"So we need to make you look nice, but not overdo it just in case you're not going anywhere too fancy." She glanced through Maka's closet before pulling a few things out. "We should keep to pants because you will be riding on his motorcycle." She flipped through a few more items before laying down a few selections on the bed.

Everything she had laid out had all been things Tsubaki or someone else had bought her over the years to get her to dress more girly. After a few minutes they decided on an outfit when they heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it, you get dressed," Tsubaki smiled to her as she darted out the door when she heard yet another knock.

Maka could feel the excitement as Tsubaki left the room. She would have never guessed she would be going on a date. Of course when she was younger she was taken away by the idea of prince charming coming and sweeping her off her feet, but as she grew up and she saw more and more of the things he father would do and then watching her mom breakdown, she just did not trust men. Then here comes Soul, who kisses her without her permission, after she was drinking and was vulnerable, and she cannot keep herself away from him. No matter what happens now, I am happy that he was my first kiss, was her last thought before she quickly got dressed.

Soul waited patiently for the door to open and when it finally did he was sad to see it was not Maka. "Hey Tsubaki, Maka ready?"

"No, she is just getting dressed and will be right out. I will go check on her!" Tsubaki said with a smile before disappearing behind Maka's door. Soul shifted on his feet nervously. He may be feeling like a teenager again, but he was surely happy that he did not have to put up with the endless questioning by her parents on his intents with their daughter. That had always been terrible.

After about ten minutes of impatient waiting, Maka finally came out and he was in awe at what he saw. He stared at her legs that he loved so much and where she wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans that hugged her legs perfectly with a pair of low heeled boots. As he moved up he saw she was wearing a one of those shirt with the knot in the front that hugged her skin. Over the shirt she wore a nice leather jacket and her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders still a little damp.

"Hey Soul," came Maka's shy voice and Soul was slightly relieved to find out that she was nervous about this whole thing too.

Maka looked him over. He dressed the same as he usually did. He had on a pair of loose fitting jeans that hung low on his hips and a nice dark dress shirt that was buttoned all the way up this time.

"Hey Maka, you ready to go?" he asked holding his hand out to her. She nodded slightly and said a quick goodbye to Tsubaki and took his hand as they walked out the door.

"So where are we going?" Maka asked as they were putting the helmets on.

"Now, now Maka, I would not want to ruin the surprise," he replied as he slid onto his motorcycle before patting the seat behind him. Maka swung her leg over and slid her hands around his waist.

Soul brought the metal beast to life and soon they were cruising. It took them about ten minutes and they approached a tall iron fence. Soul quickly entered a code into a keypad and the gate began to slide out of the way. They traveled up a long driveway and soon a very large house entered her sight. Soul pulled his bike up to the front of the house and killed the engine. Maka quickly hopped off and slipped her helmet off so she could stare up at the building. "Where are we?" she said still gazing at the building in front of her.

"This is where I call home," he said as he too slipped off his helmet.

Maka quickly glanced at him with wide eyes, "You, you live here?"

He let out a small chuckle, "Yea, long story short I have rich parents. When I turned 18 I decided I didn't wanna stay with them anymore, but they insisted I stay in the guest house. I figure I will finish college and find my own place to call home."

"Wait, you're rich?"

This made him laugh more as he walked toward the massive doors, "No, I said my parents are rich."

"Oh," was all Maka said as she quietly followed behind him.

Soul stopped walking and turned towards her, "Are you okay?"

Maka nodded, "Yea, I just realized that I really know very little about you."

"Well," Soul paused, a smile crossing his face, "I plan on fixing that today." He offered her his hand which she nervously took and they proceeded inside.

When they finally came inside, Maka was in awe at what she saw. The place was beautiful and had painting and sculptures in the lobby. Copies of the Venus de Milo and Myron's Discus Thrower and other famous sculptures lined the walls. It was an artist's dream.

As she followed him further into the house she noted that all of the furniture was made with dark colored woods and accented with shades of red. Simple, but elegant. "Are you hungry?" came Soul's voice that knocked her out of her stupor and she nodded, "Alright, follow me."

Soul led her across the massive room and out a set of massive glass doors. Outside was a beautiful black table with a glass top that was covered in fruits and vegetables. As she looked passed the table she noticed that there was a small garden just behind the table, "Soul, did you grow all this?"

Soul nodded, "Yea, I used to help my mom with her garden when I was younger, so when I got this place I started to grow my own. The stuff from the store just isn't the same."

"That's so amazing, Soul. I could never keep my plants alive. You have a real knack for growing things."

Soul walked over and pulled one of the chairs out, "Have a seat." Maka smiled and quickly walked over and sat down and Soul took a seat directly across from her.

The table was covered in a variety of fruits and vegetables as well as a tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade. They both sat in silence as they began to eat, but Maka broke the silence, "So, what do your parents do?"

Maka barely noticed him stiffen at the question, "They work in the music industry."

"Oh? I'm not too familiar with much of the music industry. Music was always secondary to painting to me. I usually only turned to music when I needed to block something out." The thoughts of the lonely nights where she locked herself up in her room with her Ipod turned all the way up to block out everything. Thinking about her father made her think, "Guess we both have issues with our parents, huh?" she said giving him a small but genuine smile.

Soul's eyes widened at her words, "Noticed that did ya?" he gave a light chuckle, "You really do know how read people, huh?" he looked up at her through his choppy bangs.

Maka continued to smile at him, "Yea, it is a skill I really enjoy having."

~o.O.o~

The two of them sat together eating and talking for hours. Each of them learning new things about each other: How they both loved dogs, but how Maka wouldn't mind owning a cat too. How Soul had grown up in England and Maka tried to get him to talk in British English, but he adamantly refused. Maka shared the story about her parents and how much she missed her mother and hoped her father would never figure out where she moved to. He explained why he didn't like his parents forcing him into a career he didn't want, so he wanted to get away from them as soon as possible. Staying in the guest house wasn't bad since they were never home, but when they were home they were always trying to force him into playing the piano.

A cool breeze blows across them in the light of the setting sun and a shiver shakes Maka's body. "Do you want to go inside and watch a movie or something?" Soul asks as he stands up from his chair. Maka nodded as she pulled her arms around herself to rub the chill off her arms before she stood up to follow him inside.

Maka followed him to the living room that had a massive charcoal grey sectional couch that sat in front of a massive television that was mounted on the wall above a black entertainment center.

Soul took a seat on the end of the couch and grabbed the remote from a nearby table. Maka nervously joined him on the couch, taking a seat towards the middle. The two of them looked through the movies on Neflix before they both settled on a movie and started it.

An awkward silence fell over them as they watched the opening to the movie. Soul glanced over and noticed that Maka's fingers were twisting in the fabric of her shirt, so he slid his hand over to hers. Maka's head snapped up quickly at the sudden touch, but she didn't move her hand from his. He gently squeezed her hand before gently pulling her over to him. Maka could feel the heat rise to her face, but she didn't fight him.

They continue watching the movie in less awkward silence as Soul wraps his arm around her. The warmth in his hands as they smooth their way up and then back down her upper arm helps her relax and she feels her body begin to relax into him. How bad would it be to let down her guard, to not be so defensive all the time? Would she be happy if she let him into her life? Would she be able to go back to life without thinking of him? No, she couldn't. He had crawled under her skin so fast like he belonged with her.

She couldn't ignore it anymore. It was time to trust again. Soul was nothing like her father and she knew he wasn't the type that would ever do something like that. She needed to relax and let people into her life. She didn't want to be alone forever, now did she? She moved her hand up to grab his hand that was on her arm and lace her finger through his.

Soul looked over at her slightly confused, but was met with her now confident gaze. Maka gave him a small smile before she cuddled up closer to him, letting her body conform to his. Soul revealed in how her body felt pressed against his, the little bits of skin showing warm to the touch.

They stayed that way, neither of them focused too much on the movie, but instead on the fleeting touches and quick glances that the two of them shared. They hardly noticed when the movie was over as they held each other gazes. Soul brought his hand up to her face and gently caressed her soft cheek with his thumb.

No, this was not the same kind of man as her father. This was the man who was presented with the perfect opportunity to take advantage of her. Sure she was willing during truth or dare, but he was right, she was drunk and not in a state to make decisions like that. He stopped her before she let things get out of hand and he refused to take advantage of her even though he admitted he did not want to stop. But there was nothing impairing her judgment now.

Before she could let her nerves kick in, she closed the small distance between them and pressed her lips to his. It was a quick peck before she pulled back and looked into his eyes. He looked surprised, but pleasantly so.

It took him a moment to completely understand what had just happened, but once he did he didn't let himself miss a beat. He once again brought his hands to her face and he slowly brought his closer.

Maka could see the question in his eyes. The uneasiness on whether it was the right thing to do. Was she okay with this? He knew this was all new to her. He knew how she had been afraid to trust men due to the actions of her father. All his thoughts and worry melted away as her lips met his again with fierce determination. This kiss was not just a peck, it was so much more. His hands that cupped her face now went up into her hair and held her to him tight and his eyes fluttered closed. Maka was still inexperienced, her lips moved awkwardly against his, teeth scraped and noses bumped from time to time in her new found eagerness, but it was still the best kiss he had ever had. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Maka had never felt something like this before. It was so different from the other kisses they had shared. It was a hot searing kiss that warmed her entire body. Her hands ran up his chest and around his neck, holding him just as tight as he gripped her. She pulled away from him and took in a small gasp of air.

The embarrassment of the situation and her giddiness caught up with her in this moment and small chuckles escaped her lips. Soul stared at her and as he was about to ask her why she was laughing, she simply shook her head and leaned in once again to take his lips. This time she made sure to keep her teeth away from his and to watch her nose, but kept her arms around his neck to keep him close. It was all perfect, at least that is what she thought.

Suddenly, the front door opened and a voice was heard, "Hey Soul! You awake in here? I knocked like six…" the voice was cut short as he entered the living room. "Whoa there little brother, I didn't realize you had company."

Maka immediately sprang off his lap and put as much distance between them as possible, refusing to look in the direction of the intruder.

"Damn it Wes, can you not just invite yourself into my house?"

"I saw the lights on, so I knew you were in here. Like I said, I knocked like six times before I came in. Guess you were busy, eh?"

"Ya think?"

"Should I just leave now…or?"

"Yes! Go!" Soul said as he stood up and pushed his brother out of the room.

"Alright, well I will be back tomorrow. Nice meeting you! Have fun!" he called as he left the room causing Maka's embarrassment to only grow.

"Damn Wes," Soul grumbled under his breath, "Hey Maka? You okay over there?" he asked softly as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry my stupid brother has no manners."

Maka shook her head, "No, it's okay, I just wasn't exactly expecting anyone to see us like that you know? I am new to this whole thing. Just a little embarrassed is all." Maka said as she looked up at him.

"It's alright, you'll get used to it. Well, you'll get used to the kissing, I really hope we won't have to get used to Wes interrupting us," he chuckled as he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead making Maka smile. "Want me to take you back home?"

Maka nodded before giving him a quick peck on the lips, "Thank you, Soul."

After looking around to find her shoes, Maka and Soul headed outside and mounted his bike. Soul revved the metal beast to life and they headed on their way back to Maka's apartment. A short ride later, they arrive and headed up to her door. They paused briefly at her door before Soul grabbed her hand and gently pulled her close.

"Sorry Wes ruined our night," he said as he leaned his forehead against hers.

Maka shook her head and looked up into his eyes, "Today was amazing, sure he might have made it a little awkward, but he did not ruin it. It was perfect." She placed another peck on his lips and smiled. "Can we do it again? Soon?" She asked as a slight blush colored her cheeks and she turned her face down to look at his chest

Soul placed his hand on her chin and gently lifted her face to look at him, "I would love to," he said before he kissed her back, letting the kiss last slightly longer than a peck before pulling back, a smile crossing his face.

"Thank you, Soul. You know, I am happy I met you that night even though I didn't realize it at the time. You helped me realize that not all men are my father and that I should not try and take it out on all men."

Soul was stunned, "Thank you Maka, for giving me a chance to show you who I really am. Most people don't see too much past my appearance or judge me based off of my families status. You were so different; you were not scared to voice your opinion or put me in my place when I deserved it. I know I overstepped my bounds that night, but I don't regret it." He kissed her again, "Are you free tomorrow? I have a feeling my brother will be stopping by my place a lot tomorrow to bother me and my family is probably home if he is. I don't wanna be around if they are gonna try and stop by to bother me." He left his forehead pressed to hers, enjoying her warmth.

"I don't have any classes tomorrow, you can have me all day," she said smiling, "call me when you wake up?"

He pulled away from her and nodded, giving her yet another sharp toothed grin before kissing her yet again, "Of course. Good night, Maka."

"Good night, Soul." With those parting words, Soul headed down the stairs back to his bike and Maka plopped into her bed. They both had wide smiles crossing their faces.

A/N: Annnddd there it is everyone! Hope you enjoyed! As always please review. Thank you all for reading! :)