AN: part three of Office Shenanigans

He'd had a doctor's appointment and had left the office early with the promise to swing by and pick her up, they were having yet another movie night and he was impatient to make her watch some stupid movie that he had been raving about for a week.

"No, Maka, it won't be a problem, I get out around the same time you like to leave work," the unspoken an hour after everyone else, geeeez woman could you work yourself anymore?was clear, "I'll give you a ride." He'd grinned when she huffed and rolled her eyes.

At 6:37 she got a text from him, "front door, ready when you are." Well, she commended him for being on time, Soul Evans wasn't exactly known for being punctual. It wasn't even that he liked to arrive fashionably late, he arrived when it was cool. Mostly her coworker was just a dork.

It took a few minutes to shut her computer off and organize her desk but it was good to clear her thoughts. She and Soul had always worked well together, despite how rocky the first few months were. She was technically on loan from the company's law department and had been tasked with working with Marketing. Soul Evans was assigned as her partner to help with the transition. They'd been given a small cubical together and eventually agreed to work together if only to prove that they deserved an actual office. Plus their office warfare games, while highly entertaining, usually ended in at least one florescent light broken and another coworker, Black Star on most occasions, shirtless.

Within a year they were moved into a gorgeous office with floor to ceiling windows and a nice view of the city. She had bookshelves for all her law textbooks and philosophy books. He finally had room to pace and a white board to draw on. Mostly though they had two beautiful desks that they'd pushed together in the center of the room to form a large square work surface. They sat facing each other which made witty banter easier, though they claimed that it was for the sake of sharing documents more easily. Their next goal was a top floor corner office; they were well on their way there.

Maka sent a quick letting him know she was coming down, packed her bag, and headed to the elevator. Few people were still in the office at this hour so she was able to get to the lobby without too many stops. She didn't bother with the revolving doors but when she walked onto the street she didn't see Soul. They usually ended up taking the bus to his place or the subway to hers, Maka wasn't exactly sure what Soul was picking her up with.

"Oi! Brainiac! Over here!" It took a moment for her to understand that yes, that motorcyclist was talking to her, and that yes, that motorcyclist was in fact, Soul.

How Maka had managed to know the man for two years and somehow miss that he drove a monstrous, hideous, orange motorcycle was beyond her. "Might wanna close your mouth, gonna start catching flies."

Maka snapped her jaw shut and stared at him, "You drive that!?"

He had the gall to look proud about it, "Hell yeah I drive this!" Soul even patted the bike fondly for good measure. "What did you think I was talking about a bicycle when I talked about my bike?"

"No, I mostly just tuned you out." Maka had become a little distracted by the way his leather jacket fit across his shoulders. She'd seen it in his apartment, she was there often enough, she'd seen most of his clothing on his bedroom floor at some point along with his entire collection of ties.

Soul rolled his eyes and offered her the spare helmet, "Come on, movie night!"

It finally dawned on her that Soul expected her to get on the thing. And that he was going to drive it. Through the city. She could practically feel the blood drain from her face.

"Aw, come on, the great and powerful, Miss Albarn isn't afraid of a bike is she?" Soul watched as she bristled and squared her shoulders.

"No! Of- of course not. I'm just, in a skirt! And it'll ride up!" She was fishing for excuses and they both knew it. "Plus those things aren't safe, it's a wonder you aren't already dead."

"Naw, you'll be fine, promise, Maka. Won't even speed." Soul offered his most reassuring grin, "I've got a bottle of nice red wine back at my place."

Maka caved, she was a sucker for good reds. "Give me that. And I swear to god, if you so much as-"

"Yeah yeah, you can sue my ass in hell." Soul jumped onto his bike and then helped Maka on, as she'd figured, her skirt rode up to her thighs.

"Nice panties by the way."

"I will kill you. Violently. Now drive." Maka buried her head into his back as much as she could with the helmet on and held on tight as then went home. No, scratch that, not home, his place. Not home! (It was totally home.)