Super long update to make up for the tease - definitely **sexual content** ahead!

It wasn't anger, probably something closer to a thin veneer of annoyance painted over Soul's usual layer of general worry. Either way, it was making his palms itch as he watched the seconds tick on the clock. He always accused Maka of patience not being her strong suit but here he was proving himself no better as he launched off the hallway wall to start for the classrooms. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, it was always meeting at the double doors to the stairwell to the roof where they used to blow off the rest of the world and he would pretend there was no matter more pressing than watching her hair drift along with the breeze.

Today Maka was late and today Soul was stomping down the corridor. Each step brought a new possibility: stuck behind with Stein for bitch-work, pulled aside by Marie for a motherly moment, plotting with Liz about something he'd probably rather not know, or the worse option sequestered by Kid for a mission. Missions were technically no big deal, but the fact that they'd had a lull lately had afforded them a luxury that they barely ever received, time. It was time to make dinners together, to pretend that he had to begrudgingly allow her to eavesdrop on his playing piano, to make her so wrapped up in his sheets that maybe his bed didn't just smell like him anymore.

As he turned the corner, it wasn't Maka's voice that hit him but a deeper one, an easy drifting baritone from the meister classroom. "... and I wanted to ask you something."

Soul paused just before the doorway, hanging like a shadow before the frame.

"Ask me what?" Maka's voice came back with genuine curiosity and he could imagine those jade eyes blinking widely, the amiable smile starting on her lips.

"Well, I overheard you and Kim, and I thought if you needed someone to go with I would love to take you."

The words wanted to wheedle their spiny little talons into Soul when Maka almost immediately jumped at the end of the voice's sentence. "That's nice of you, but no," and while she said nice, Soul heard the myriad of other words she wanted to use instead. That was a nice that he might get if he offered a Sylvester Stallone movie.

There was a flustered movement from the room and Soul started to round the corner, sure he couldn't risk Maka's words not being enough. "Can I ask why not?" came from the back in front of him that had obviously moved to block the door.

"That's simple," she snapped back pertly. "I have a boyfriend."

"Hey," Soul called huskily.

"Oh," Maka peeked around the shoulders at the door and easily started to push past them. "Sorry, I got caught up with Stein and then Sam stopped me," she waved her hand nonchalantly at the dusty blond boy who was now turning assessing eyes at Soul.

Soul offered only a minute jump of his eyebrows, that passive line of his lips never betraying him. His only reply was a hand offered between them and Maka took it. They made it to the hallway, maybe two or three more steps, before he pulled her into the stairwell, his mouth catching her clumsily as he made the line of where she started and he ended disappear as he pressed her to the wall. Even though her eyes dashed for a moment around the cramped space to check for snoops, the racing of her heart beat them out. Maka tasted the lack of restraint in him, the sweet way it wasn't his soul but his hands that were reaching for her first.

"I heard," he panted out as he just let his lips part from hers.

"Oh," her voice drifted hazily, still full of the dreamy quality of this kind of touch from him. "Soul… don't be, you shouldn't be jealous, it's just-"

"Not jealous," and for a second that cool laugh was back and she could feel a smirk growing on his lips as they still hovered so close to hers.

She realized he was making her wait, forcing the question, "Then what?"

"I think I was wrong," he murmured. "I… liked hearing you say it."

"Say it…?" Maka was replaying the moments in the classroom in her head as Soul leaned in to tease out the time with his lips, to either pull out the thoughts or more of her love with his tongue. She was about to spill over the edge, dangerously letting her hips lean into his when her mind surfaced. "Oh! Boyfriend?"

He chuckled, "Heard it loud and clear. Sounded nice."

"It was meant loud and clear," she chirped back as she coaxed him back with a tempting press of her lips. And while she felt a little more of him unlocking, here pressed into the dark part of the stairwell, there was a substantial shift in her, another little layer of propriety peeling away. Even his rough palm starting just under her shirt, running the curve of her side felt necessary rather than naughty.

"Soul Evans, what are you doing?" Marie's voice sent an ice cube down Soul's spine, cooling every last bit of euphoria from him instantly.

Mom, was almost the yelp from his mouth as his hands were suddenly hovering in the air. Maka had pressed her face against his chest, hiding the flaming blush on her cheeks.

"And Maka?"

That sounded incredulous and for a second it hit him, Did she think I was making out with someone else? Who else would I be under a stairwell with?

"Marie," Stein was starting but Marie waved a hand at him.

"What do the two of you think you're doing?" Her hand was just about at Soul's ear, ready for the standard pull-and-drag when Stein got him by the gruff of the neck first.

"I'll take care of it, Marie." Stein's smile was sweet in Marie's direction but as soon as it turned back to Soul he saw the terror-inducing playfulness there and he wondered if he shouldn't hedge his bets with Marie. The choice was really between destruction or dissection.

As Stein pulled him along he could hear the highs and lows of Marie's voice echoing from the stairwell. After a few more steps he was relieved, Stein not taking him down to the lab but up towards the roof even if the sun and fresh air were usually not high on Stein's list. "Look, Stein-"

"Relax." Stein waved him off and sat with his feet dangling over the edge. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and fished out a cigarette from a long staling pack he'd hidden there. He lit it and Soul moved to be upwind before hunkering down next to Stein.

"Um," Soul cleared his throat. "Did Marie, uh, why did Marie seem so surprised?"

Stein chuckled dryly, "Maka is Marie's little angel. The assumption that something like that would be happening with Maka didn't exactly come to mind first."

"Oh," Soul sighed. "Well, she is…"

"Both," Stein nodded. "We're not always exactly as other people see us. I think you and I know that especially well."

That edged a sigh of relief from his throat as he leaned back on his hands. "So what do you have to do? Yell at me?"

Stein coughed out an unexpected cloud of smoke before closing the interruption with an amused smile. "I don't know. What I do know is that you would have been miserable if I let her take you."

Soul snorted a laugh but let the worry cloud him like the dust he kicked off the bottoms of his shoes. "What about Maka?"

Stein raised his eyebrows at him, "Maka can handle Marie, you cannot."

He wasn't sure whether he should laugh or grimace, the words being too much of the truth. "What are we going to do?"

"Sit here," Stein offered amiably before taking another long drag of his cigarette.

Soul considered him and the smoke before pulling in a long breath, "Then… can I ask you something?"

Stein shrugged acquiescence.

"Was it… was it hard to get that close to Marie? I mean, going from meister and weapon to…" Defining those two had always been just as hard as defining them. Even after Marie gave Stein a son, it was still hard to believe that the two of them even entertained the idea of the act. Neither seemed to give the other needy looks or even after their relationship was established there was never an ounce of public displays of affection.

"Extremely difficult," Stein nodded and sent oddly sympathetic eyes Soul's way. "But Marie is pushy. If you even give her an inkling that you love her she holds on to it with an iron grip. She makes you forget that your preference is to keep that door tightly shut in your heart."

Soul could still easily envision his but now every time he thought he saw it in his mind's eye, he couldn't help but see Maka's fingers prying it open at the same time. "How… open do you have to be?"

"Marie and I have a child together." While there was some warmth there the rest drained away with the insistence bleeding in the next words, "If you expect to take on the responsibility of loving someone, you have to let that go. It does not mean that you have to be open with everyone, but that person, you must."

A trembling breath left his lips but not with enough strength to be a sigh. "I'm scared."

Stein hummed a knowing note of agreement. "Battles are easy in comparison."

"Then… it scares you, too?" A spring of hope was starting in his chest.

"All the time," Stein offered him a smile that while not entirely gentle at least didn't speak of the kind of amusement dissection brought. "What you feel for her is natural. I would call it ordinary if I didn't think you'd find that somehow insulting."

"Not ordinary," he grumbled back before turning his eyes out to the stretch of the city.

"As I said," Stein chuckled. "But…"

"But?"

"Well, I'd expect nothing less of you, to completely analyze all of the possible contingencies, but…"

"But?" Soul urged again.

He let a wry smile part his lips and dance in his eyes, "Use protection."

Maka wasn't completely surprised by the quiet, nervous Soul that was present for that evening. Marie had learned all her moves from an Inquisition interrogator but Maka could only imagine the horrors that Stein brought during his questioning. What she hadn't expected was Soul refusing to let go of her hand as they said goodnight and starting a slow pull towards his room. She didn't hesitate in her steps, letting him lead but as his hands settled on her hips it wasn't to pull her in but to set her down on the bed. Maka stared up at him, eyebrows raised and lips slightly parted as she tried to pull together the questions in her mind.

"Listen," he started off sharply as he dug a hand through his hair.

"OK…" and for a second she was sure this was the break-up speech and the burn of tears hit her eyes against her internally screaming requests.

As his eyes started to water, she clenched her fingers into the bedspread to keep herself stable for the heartache. "I told you before that this," he was pointing at his chest but Maka knew it was the door in heart, "the way I hold on tight to it all isn't your fault."

"You did," Maka replied tentatively, the deathgrip on his comforter not relieving.

"You want to say 'but.'" Maka took it as an accusation, spinning it desperately in her head but before she could spit the venom back at him Soul was leaning down, grabbing at her cheeks and making her feel the jumbling, skittish mess of his soul. He wasn't fighting, he was bearing it all, and Maka's eyes went wide as it hit her. "There's no but. That door, the lock, all of it, is my own damn fault. I made up all the stories that you didn't love me, that you couldn't want me, that what I was feeling was disgusting and wrong. But I… I need to promise you, right now, that I'm going to let it go because when I make you a promise, we both know I do it."

"So promise," Maka murmured.

"It's gonna fucking kill me, Maka Albarn," he squeezed the words painfully from his throat, "but I swear everything there is yours. I just… please, for the love of Death, will you please just help me out. Sometimes I don't even think I know what you want to know, I don't even think I know everything that I'm even hiding so do what you do best and ask all your crazy questions that you love."

"Now?" The blood was rushing back to her fingers as she relaxed the clutch to bring them over his.

"Now, or 3 AM, or tomorrow, or for the rest of our fucking lives," he let the list out as a rush before gasping for air again.

"Can I opt for tomorrow?" she laughed softly as she pulled his hands away.

"Marie's interrogation probably tired you out," he chuckled back. When he tried to take his hands from hers and give her the room to get up from the bed he found himself stuck, Maka holding tightly.

She shook her head swiftly, "I want to… pick up where we left off."

"Oh," his voice warbled. "Yeah? You mean… shirts off?"

"Shirts off," Maka nodded.

His hand touched tentatively at the hem of his t-shirt. "You sure?"

Maka was answering his question by throwing off her nightshirt, sending Soul for a loop as he was instantly reminded that post-shower Maka never wore a bra. "After that promise, definitely."

"Definitely," he echoed in a dumbfounded haze. For some reason, his mind had equated that to something closer to a fight, more an apology promise than something to woo her and this was most certainly not the way he'd planned for the night to end. Maybe some love-sick, loser sighs and a bunch of wondering what any of the million looks on her face meant and if she believed-

She saw the spiraling start and grabbed him by the shirt, snapping his mind back long enough that his face flushed crimson as his eyes played the dangerous game of darting between her face and her breasts. "You can look, but take off your shirt first."

I can look! He had to bite his lip to keep the entirely uncool sound that was halfway between a groan and a gulp from bursting from his lips. He was lucky that was a look Maka appreciated, the pink that had started on her cheeks flaring to a crimson to match his. While Soul was able to barely keep himself in check, a tiny hum of a sound came from her throat as he tossed off his shirt and edged closer to the bed. "What was that?" he teased since he knew full well she should have done the same.

"Nothing," she muttered but as he got close enough his hand gripped at her neck, turning her eyes to his. "Soul…"

"I liked it," he whispered huskily and watched her lips quiver in reply. It was oddly satisfying to see her struggle with words, the bookworm who always had something to say. "Tell me what to do so I can hear it again."

"Come here," it was a warbly order but he followed it anyway especially as her delicate hands met his bare skin. Maka laid down on the bed, bringing him with her to squeeze the warmth between their bodies. Soul started slow as always, his first focus tangling his tongue with hers while he dug fingers into her hair. Even when their lips parted it was to let them trail down her neck, his teeth starting to graze as soon as he hit below the collarbone. Soul latched once with the tried and true pressure, finding her arching into him. "Soul…"

That was always the key to that lock and he was sure while his mouth against her was exciting, the real reason his name curled off those beautiful lips was because she could feel his apprehension, the prethinking that had already started as his hand snaked up her stomach. It's OK, this is what she wants, he had to repeat again like a holy mantra as he used his hand to bring her breast towards his mouth. As his tongue flicked at the delicate tip, his first reward was a gasp. As his lips closed over her nipple, he received a heated, trembling sigh. When his teeth nibbled, she practically kicked him off the bed, her knee knocking painfully into the meat of his thigh. "No!"

Soul jumped to attention, his eyes wide as the words started to bumble off his lips, "I'm sorry, I-"

"It's OK," she lodged the words quickly into his head, adding a hand to his cheek for good measure. "Just… no teeth there, please."

"No teeth," he breathed a sigh of relief. "But the tongue?"

She nodded quickly. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," her hand inched down to his thigh.

"Surprised more than anything." Instead of turning back to his work, Soul was frozen, her hand first grazing the part of his thigh that she'd dug into before her hand pressed tightly. His throat bobbed with a dry swallow as her hand met the bulge next to the supposedly wounded area. Pajama pants were unforgiving but also dangerously thin and as her palm ran along his length, Soul barely smothered a groan by clenching his jaw.

"That's OK?" Maka didn't pause and wait for a reply, just changing the trajectory with the added pressure of her fingers. Soul had no hope as he pressed his face against her breast and the desperate moan rattled from his mouth. It was embarrassment resounding in his ears but her hand grasped into his hair and lifted, forcing his eyes to her face. "Tell me, feels good or bad?"

"Good," he whispered back. "Just… I…"

"It's cute," she cooed.

His cheeks flared scarlet as he tried to force a grimace over his flustered lips, "Cute?"

"Cute," she repeated as she pulled him back towards her so she could brush his lips with hers. "You don't have to hide it if it feels good. You don't have to hide anything from me, right?"

Soul sighed sweetly, probably cutely, as he inched up to make it easier to focus on her lips. Maybe one of his favorite parts was the ebb and flow, the way Maka didn't mind the slow down for tender reassurance. It was very Soul, the pause for recalibration, the thoughtful deceleration before any giant leaps.

"Can I ask you something?" Maka murmured over his lips as they paused for breath.

That deeply ingrained fear was biting at him but the words tumbled effortlessly from his mouth, "Told you, ask all your questions."

"Have you been… frustrated after we stop for the night?"

"Frustrated?" Soul offered a laugh, "I think you mean turned-on, right?" And before she could even chastise him a sudden wave of amusement took him. "Black Star would say horny."

"Could you please not bring him up while we're like this?"

He couldn't stop another chuckle, "Just sayin' if the way I feel is normal, then maybe the words are normal too."

Maka took a refreshing amount of time to process his logic, her eyebrows curling and relaxing as she cleared some of the hair from his face. "Fine, then, horny."

Soul snorted a final laugh before she poked at his cheek. "Sorry, sorry, yeah, just you saying it was… definitely different." He cheesed a grin before clearing his throat to offer a semblance of seriousness. "I mean, well, yeah. It's been… everything's been fucking great but you're right, afterwards, it's hard to come down. It's almost weird to be alone now, if that makes sense."

Maka nodded thoughtfully and that analytical, know-it-all voice was suddenly there, "Have you been finishing by yourself?"

"Finishing by myself?" He squeaked back. "You mean-" and he didn't want to finish the sentence, even after his own suggestion about the words. Jerking off. Masturbating. Suddenly it was Black Star's voice with a myriad of euphemisms: Cuffing the carrot. Taking the self-guided tour. Burping the worm.

But she nodded so succinctly without needing the rest.

"No," he urged back like it was some kind of test.

"Why not?" Maka's eyebrows were doing their thing, squaring up to read the problem that was his face. "I feel like you have to. I would have gone crazy."

"You-?" And while Soul had been sure he'd never been harder in his life than when Maka's fingers were trailing along the bulge in his pants, the momentary mental image supplied by the woman herself gave him a wave that made his hips want to buck.

"I did," and while the admission came with a bright blush and a little warble to her voice it was still the same sure Maka underneath. "I thought we talked about this, that thinking about each other while-"

"You thought about me?" The clarification was so desperately necessary and as she nodded he blew a puff of air from his lips.

"Is that wrong?" Maka raised both eyebrows as a challenge.

"Well…" Soul focused past her and tried to find the answer in the threads of the pillowcase because while it seemed clear, saying it felt muddy. "It's not, right?" was the best he could do.

"I don't think so," Maka murmured. "But I was thinking…"

"Yeah?" his voice hit another high note because this course of thought so far has been nothing less than overwhelming.

"Well," and with a sense of relief, he watched a little bit more of the embarrassment eke in, spreading a more vivid pink on her cheeks. "I get nervous when I'm just expected to know how to do something and I like it so much better when I can learn and I know there's porn, but none of that seems right, none of it seems like us and I wish there was just a guidebook for you and me but I know there's no such thing."

"It's OK, I don't really know either," he murmured. "We can… go slow like we have been. I'm not saying that I need-"

"But I think… I think I do," Maka urged but immediately went soothing over his hair with her hands. "Or really, I want the next step. If you're ready. If you'll show me."

There wasn't enough saliva in his mouth for the king-sized gulp he needed to insert here but he managed it dry and took an achingly large breath. "Maka, if you're sure, you're ready then, yeah, but… for fuck's sake I know this sounds selfish but can I show you first and then you show me?" Her eyebrows narrowed and he knew the question before it was coming so he gave up. "I'm not gonna last through watching you or touching you, not right now, not like… not with what we've been doing."

"You think me-"

"I haven't finished myself off since damn video number eleven," he muttered.

"Oh," the circle of surprise turned to a smile. "Then, um, why don't we…?"

Soul took one more careful minute to examine her face and feel that alluring buzz of excitement and curiosity humming off her soul. He sat up slowly, hating the separation from her warmth but finding her quick to put her head on his shoulder as he sat up next to her. She kissed his neck for reassurance but Soul still couldn't stop the clenching of his jaw as he pulled his pants and boxers off.

"It's big," she offered in all inquisitive honesty.

Relief in the form of a laugh hit his lips, even if it was only temporary. "Thanks, but once you spend a lot of time in the guy's locker room, you'll find out it's kinda just normal."

"So they… all look like this?"

Soul pondered the question as he steadied his dick in his hands, stopping it from that twitching wave that was starting thanks to her breath on his neck and the way her fingers were now trailing his chest. "Mostly. Can't say I've really spent that much time thinking about it."

"I guess not," Maka replied sensibly. "I mean, it's not like we spend that much time comparing."

"Good to know," he let another laugh ease his anxiety.

She giggled back, pressing it against his neck and spurring a grunt from his chest. "What?"

"Uh," he bought time with the prolonged vowel. "Just… feels nice."

"What does?" her whisper was lower now, more thoughtful.

"Your breath there," he smiled softly, "and I guess being able to laugh about this, that kinda feels nice, too. I'm…" Lock and key. Everything's tight under lock and key but you promised. "I'm still nervous you'll figure out that this isn't what you want."

"I know I don't always plan as much as you," she seemed to purposefully turn her lips against his skin, adding more hot breaths against his neck, "but even when I take a leap, if it's with you, it's always been alright. You make it alright."

"I always will," he murmured, and just as he hoped she popped her head from its hiding place, letting their lips meet in a kiss he felt all the way down to his toes. "I love you."

"I love you." While Maka had insinuated it, made it known with touches and intent, hearing the words from her mouth even if they sounded rusty was better than any melody he'd ever heard.

"Say that one more time," Soul urged with every last ounce of his breath.

"I love you, Soul," another layer of rust was flaked away, the idea coming steady and easy to her.

"Then I guess… lesson number one," his laugh was still there but weaker. As soon as it left his lips she was pressing hers to his neck again. "You, um, ready?"

"Yes." She added a short nod but he needed all the surety he could get.

"Could you… you know how you were running your hand along my scar?"

"I can do that," she chirped happily as her fingers instantly went to work.

That brought a deep, rattling sigh under her gentle caress and he finally let his grip tighten to more than just holding his dick still. Soul was sure this could be over in a few careful strokes, between her touches egging him on and any of the last few make-out sessions as fodder, but a few seconds worth of instruction was nowhere near what Maka Albarn required. While the idea of it was awkward, he had to admit how naturally it fit the two of them, and he found more of the embarrassment easing from his chest.

"You don't have to be too soft with it," his voice started off as a mutter but as he warmed up it was practically a mission discussion. "But that's not saying you should jerk it around. You'll find a medium and… uh, I think it'll probably be different when it's your hand and not mine."

"Then what?" She made sure that was against his neck and her fingers were drifting dangerously low, hitting the line of his bellybutton with no restraint in sight.

"Up and down," he let a brief groan break his concentration as he started the motion. "You don't have to go too far down and you don't have to close over the top." It was the slowest glide he'd ever tried and he was still all pins and needles, having to force head clearing breath. It didn't work very well. "Oh, Maka," he let out as a shaking moan.

"Yes?"

That sweet curiosity made it worse and he had to pause, blowing out another long breath. "I'm not gonna be a good teacher," he muttered.

"What is it?" Oh, again, so cute and he had to bite his lip to keep another soft grunt at bay.

"You get the basics but nothing else," he squeezed the words through his grimaced teeth. "I'm… close."

"Then, could you…" and her hand left his chest and started to hover next to his. "Um, show me how tight?"

He swallowed, "Like your hand under mine?"

"Yes."

Soul held his breath and taking her hand had never been so anxiety producing. Her fingers were searing with heat and the flex of her grip was completely different, even with his hand over top. Everything about it felt unfamiliar but absolutely terrifyingly electric. It was suddenly not just something to be done but a definite necessity like breathing. "Please," he barely breathed out. Maka kissed his neck tenderly again and moved her hand up, letting him guide her almost to the tip. His grasp tightened and the next stroke had him humming out a moan. "Faster," he murmured and without his own hand urging it forward she was creating a rhythm that was driving him mad.

He had said close but now it felt almost impossible, too much to feel and memorize and need from her. It didn't feel like too much to ask that this last forever but there was no rational way to stop it. As she tilted her head, teasing at his lips as she snatched the bottom in her teeth, Soul came with a wild buck of his hips and a trembling groan against her smiling mouth. "Tell me, feels good or bad?" she murmured with far too much amusement for his liking and he forgot the mess in favor sucking every last bit of air from her with fiery kisses.

"Give me a second," he finally let out hoarsely as he barely released her. Soul leaned away, looking over the side of the bed for some wayward t-shirt and grasping at the first fabric he found. He sopped up the mess that had drizzled up his chest, cleaning his fingers and then hers. "Sorry."

She pressed next to his ear, "I want you to stop being sorry unless I tell you to be."

Soul snorted half a laugh as he tossed the t-shirt, "That's gonna require that you always tell me when I do something wrong."

Maka huffed and she pressed an aggressive hand to his chest. "I try."

"And sometimes you chop instead," he laughed.

She nuzzled her nose into his shoulder, "Or yell."

"You haven't." As the want was ebbing away his brain was putting things together, scanning over the last few weeks. "Lately. You've gotten better at not bottling."

She sighed a long breath of relief, "Because I don't want to push you away anymore."

Soul hummed out an affirmative as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I like that." His fingers started a slow drift across her collarbone to the dip between her breasts. "So you'll tell me what I'm doing wrong?"

Maka shook her head as she moved her head to look in his eyes. "I'd rather show you how to do it right."

"Then take my hand." He let it inch lower, just letting it stop above the waistline of her pants.

"Should I… take off my pants?"

Soul had almost completely forgotten his own nakedness and as his eyes fell to her waistband he let an easy shrug roll his shoulders. "Whatever's more comfortable."

Naked had never been Maka's strong suit and while she managed to get out of her pajama pants her panties stayed put. She wasn't entirely sure both their hands would fit, since these weren't exactly a stretched out old pair, but it was where she had to start. Soul was entirely being Soul, patient, waiting, letting her grab the lead and his hand as she grazed his calloused fingers down into the fabric. "I'm… I'm not sure it's going to take that long for me either since, well, since we started it's been taking a lot less time."

"Less time?" he murmured absently as he tensed his fingers slightly without her guidance, finding a silky liquid saturating his fingertips.

A huff of air broke her lips and she pressed his fingers forward, encouraging the route they were already taking to split her lips. "After we make out it's… a lot easier. I'm already…"

"Horny," he teased.

"Sh-" but the rest of the word drizzled away as he brushed her clit. "Slow," she urged. "Rub small circles."

"Circles," he echoed in a happy kind of concentration that Maka recognized from practice, both in the field and at the piano. There was really no guiding him, or at least no need to as deft hands moved finely toned muscles. Between the guitar and piano, there was just about no spot of his hand that wasn't dexterous and Maka was reaping the benefits. Her fingers basically sat on top of his, tapping every now and then for added pressure. She was about to move him, to test out how his fingers felt inside of her when Soul ducked his head away from her to latch his teeth in the skin just below her collarbone.

It was a vibrant zing of electricity between the two spots and Maka's legs squirmed. She was clutching to the bed to keep some kind of grounding because his tongue was sliding down, grazing the swell of her breast until it reached the nipple. She tapped for more pressure and Soul obliged as he took her breast into his mouth, careful to avoid teeth but tease with his tongue. It only took another kiss, another latching on to her nipple with a testing suck before her hips were buckling, a rapturous cry belting from her throat. Her hand forced the motion to a stop between her legs.

Soul looked up at her inquisitively, a lazy smile forming just over the curve of her breast. "You always that loud?"

"No," she barely whimpered out, still catching her breath. And if Maka had the breath to ask him that question from the first night, she'd find out that as he looked up at her, eyes hazy with pleasure, he felt all sorts of powerful.