Out of the corner of her eye, Maka watched him hunker down on the couch, his breath heaving from his chest as he threw his arms over the back and let his head rest looking up towards the ceiling. "When is Black Star supposed to get here?"

"An hour," Soul groaned.

"So probably two hours," Maka grinned into the pages of her book.

"Probably," he sighed as he lifted his head so his eyes could linger over her. He loved the way she looked curled up in that chair, reading. She always had this perfect tilt to her head, showing off the fine line of her neck and today she was teasing him with her hair down, letting it wave through her fingers as she played with it absently.

She brought her eyes up from the page to lock with his, catching the start of a blush on his cheeks. It wasn't so strong as it used to be since now he was slowly convincing himself that looking wasn't illegal, but it was still there, a slight pink glow. "What are you going to do in the meantime?"

"Wait," he muttered. "I should probably do some laundry or…"

"Maybe you could play?" Maka offered.

He huffed as he tapped his foot a few times. "I could play." Soul rolled his head to the side, eyeing the corner where the piano sat. "If you really want me to."

"For fifteen minutes," she answered pertly.

Like a punishment, he wanted to mutter but he lifted achingly slow off of the couch instead. He walked over and slid onto the bench, opening and closing his fingers as if he needed the warm-up before touching the keys. It wasn't a mystery what she wanted, that little tune that brought her to him in the first place, but Soul toyed around with a few other melodies first. He could feel every last ounce of her attention on him and while it would normally create nothing but creepy icicles up his spine it fed him a quick bite of joy, especially as her soul started to unwind around him, suffusing the air with the absolute beauty of her.

I love her came so easily to his mind along with the aching grin on his face. With it he forgot to play coy, starting the song she most likely wanted to hear even though he couldn't imagine why. Yes, you can, dummy. She loves you just as much as you love her. Get it? He let a little lovelorn sigh break his lips as he continued through the notes. She hears this and maybe she thinks about you. Maybe she holds this close to her heart.

Maka watched him, glad to see his shoulders relax and the irritation flake off of him. She let their song finish before she put her book to the side. Her footsteps were covered by the soft trickle of a few random keys and when she put her hands on his shoulders he jumped slightly. "That definitely wasn't fifteen," he smirked up at her as he tilted back his head against her stomach.

"No, it wasn't." Maka slipped her hand under his chin, keeping him in place so she should lean awkwardly to brush her lips to his.

"You should know better than to interrupt me if you want me to keep playing," he murmured as he started to turn, hooking an arm around her waist to bring her closer.

She shook her head slowly with a laugh as she kneeled onto the bench next to him. There was barely a second on her knees before he pulled her into his lap so he could sink his face into her neck, starting to nip at the sensitive skin. "You're sure Black Star's going to be here in an hour?" her voice was barely there, the breath stolen from her as he trailed a line with his tongue to her earlobe.

"Yeah," the annoyance at the interruption was obvious in his voice and he immediately latched back onto her earlobe before trailing kisses along her jaw. His fingers slipped under her shirt, teasing at her bare skin. "Can we?"

"Um…" Maka hummed it out and his hand froze as his face appeared from its hiding place to blink up at her, patiently awaiting the rest. "Can you turn around on the bench?"

"Sure…" Soul let her slip out of his lap and did as ordered. She was now standing between his legs and he grasped at her hips. "What is it?"

She ran her fingers nervously through her hair but ended in twisting it, using the hair tie from her wrist to set it up in a messy bun. Before Soul could repeat the question she had her hands on his knees, lowering herself down on hers. As he held his breath her hands drifted up to the waistband of his pants, flicking the button and starting on the fly.

"Maka…"

"You promise that you'd tell me…" Her cheeks were flushing pink but those green eyes were determined while she stared up at him. "Tell me if it feels good."

A hard click in his throat came with his swallow as he nodded, lifting his hips so she could pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles. As her eyes drifted away from his, Soul slipped a hand into her hair, tilting her head enough that he could ease forward and catch her lips. "I'm gonna get to return the favor, right?"

Maka nodded, nuzzling her nose against his.

"OK, alright," he breathed out slowly as he relaxed back, his spine starting a trickle of sound from the keys that made him jump. The startle brought a laugh from Maka's mouth and suddenly they were both laughing, the tension drifting off with each breath.

"Soul, it'll be fine, right?" Her fingers dangerously slid from his knees up his thighs.

Soul's breath warbled from his throat, "Maka, I'm more worried about me than you, honestly. Because that…" he placed his hands over hers, stopping the temptation momentarily so his brain would function enough to produce sentences. "Seriously feels good, and you just there…"

Her blush was tipping from pink to red but she wiggled her fingers out from underneath his all the same. "Will you…" One of her hands came back to his and grabbed it, positioning it just below her bun. "So you can show me how fast."

"OK," his fingers tensed ever so slightly but refused to push her forward. Instead, he held his breath, watching as her eyes shuffled downward to her target. The hand slipped from his, leaving it in her hair so she could wrap a familiar hand around the base of his shaft and already brought a grunt from his lips.

"OK," she echoed before parting her lips and touching them to his tip like some strange kiss.

A warbling weak vowel sound left his lips and her eyes darted towards him but he shook his head. "Keep going, feels so fucking good." His head tilted back only instinctively before he forced his eyes back, realizing how much he needed to watch her, to see it just as much as feel it as her lips sunk lower on him. It was a fire-filled agony because as she slowly engulfed him all he wanted was more, and even that word felt dull ringing in the back of his head. He wanted everything, all of her and it hit him just like all those black wants to swallow her soul that he had so often had to rein in. Be careful, he warned as he refused the urge to force her deeper, his hand still just resting in her hair.

He heard the catch at the back of her throat as Maka reached her depth. As she pulled back slowly her mouth released him, her eyes drifting up to his with that gut-wrenching uncertainty. "Any farther than that and I…" she lost focus on him as her lips worked nervously.

"Don't have to go further than that," he murmured. "Again, Maka, feels fucking great, so even if you just keep doing that, even if you want to stop…" There he did urge his fingers, trying to pull her up and back to him but she was firm, shaking her head against his hand.

"I want to." The anxiety was fizzling from her face and Soul found the smile that was starting across his lips echoing on her face. "Plus, I want to find out what it feels like for me," that was a tinier voice along with another brush of pink across her cheeks but a definite strengthening to her smile.

"I, uh, I'm excited, too," he whispered back as his smile threatened to falter but with her eyes on him like that he couldn't give in to whatever absurd misery wanted to pull him down.

Without another warning, her tongue flicked, coming flat against his tip before curling under as her lips took him again. Soul let the groan come, rumbling up from his chest as he eyed her with that strengthening smile. Still tempering the will of his ache, Soul played with the tempo of her deliberate slide. He was finding a sweet rhythm when Maka began to play with her tongue, trying to snake along his length.

"Oh, fucking that, Maka, shit." A string of curses tumbled helplessly from his mouth as she continued playing with hers, experimenting with the meandrous movement. He slowed her down, trying to categorize each feeling as it came, the way his muscles tightened, the screaming urge hitting him wave after wave with each stroke of her lips over him. "Maka," he barely got it out before the next moan took him, "you can stop. I'm going to, oh, fuck…" His grip on her hair was useless especially as her eyes flicked up to his and very clearly spelled out the answer. She's not stopping, no fucking way is she and that look, Death, kill me now because that look!

It was usually his eyes being described as fiery but there was no other word that came to mind as he was staring into hers, burning desperately with the confidence of a job done well, that complete Maka-pride that always blossomed in the face of her accomplishments. Soul couldn't stop himself if he tried and on the next thrust of her mouth, a rumbling groan erupted from his throat, the intensity hitting him and bringing him back against the keys with a clang that was barely loud enough to do the feeling justice. He had obviously cum before but the way her mouth pulled it from him, continuing a few aching strokes as he sucked in haggard breaths, was almost enough to make him weep.

Maka was up in a flash and Soul was in no position to stop her, his legs jelly against the bench. He did bring his eyes to the entryway, waiting and listening for any kind of panic and just finding running water, normal footsteps, and then that smile on her face that wanted to blossom with victory. "Sorry, I just… I know you're supposed to swallow, but…"

"You don't have to," Soul sighed out sweetly. "You don't even have to let me get that far, I mean, I would have…" He let it trail off as she shook her head, that pleased smile finally sticking to her lips.

"You liked it."

"Liked isn't enough," he chuckled lightly as he peeled himself from the bench and grabbed for his pants. Soul was swift in pulling them up, anxious to lessen the distance between them and wrap her up in his arms. He was there in a flash, hoisting her up and over his shoulder and cherishing the squeal it brought from her lips. "My bed or yours?"

"Mine," she peeped.

How he could feel more contentment seemed impossible and he relished each bounce against his shoulder and he walked to her room. He was much more careful in the deposit, setting her on the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of her as his hands came over hers to quiet any immediate movement. "I want… to know you're OK."

The blush started as a flail of embarrassment, the uncomfortable remembrance of her brave but not so brave move in the living room but warmed into something entirely different as his eyes blinked up at her, his fingers moving gently over hers to soothe. "I think I am and if I'm not, I know if I want to stop, you'll stop."

"I won't do anything you don't want to do," he urged.

"I know," she murmured softly and stole away one of her hands to run through his hair.

Soul let out a gentle sigh as he rested his cheek against her knee. "This is… Maka, it feels great and not just because it's the touching but it's the… I feel like you need me and I need you and it's… I barely know what I fucking mean." He looked at the usual wordsmith and found her head in a sweet tilt, an achingly beautiful smile on her face.

Maka had no corrections, no better explanation and the words came easily off her lips, "Now I know I'm definitely OK."

He lifted his head, thankful that she dipped hers so their lips could meet. As he toyed with her lips his hands sunk under her skirt, clutching at the sides of her panties. Bunching the fabric between his fingers was exhilarating enough but the way she tilted her hips and let him tug it down her thighs had his heart thrumming in his chest from the smooth motion that wasn't in any way tainted by apprehension. With the cloth at her ankles, he pulled away slowly, catching that last glowing look in her emerald eyes. "Lay back."

While Soul had been so possessed with watching Maka let herself get a glimpse of the ceiling before she shut her eyes, focusing on the way his feather touches eased over her skin. Rough calluses ran over her knee, along the delicate creamy white of her thigh. He wasn't searching for anything but her comfort and she reveled in it, letting it bring a steadiness to her breath that usually didn't come in the bedroom.

As soon as she was even, when he could feel the restlessness washed away, he let his lips press against the inside of her knee as a gentle cue. He littered a few more in a line, turning his head so that her other leg wasn't left lonely. A shaky sigh left her lips and it was enough for him to dare to graze his teeth over the tender flesh, a tempting threat. His ears perked for anything from her but as her breath came easy again he sunk them in, nipping enough that her leg trembled next to him. "Too much?" he murmured hotly against the skin.

"No," her voice was just as wobbly as her leg.

He turned his head and let another wave of that ravenous hunger take him, leaving a not so unfamiliar mark indented in her flesh. There was no getting used to marking her since he always undulated from the uneasy 'I must have hurt her' to that strangely prideful 'She likes it.' One more, a little higher on her thigh and a moan trickled from her throat. He was close, too close to keep with his amorous nibbling and when he turned his head to the center of her he watched as his warm exhaled made her tremble.

"Soul…"

"Stop?" He hesitated but his tongue was daring him.

"Opposite," she murmured with a short laugh.

He hummed happily as he pressed a kiss dangerously at the cusp of where her thigh ended and another shuddering wave came over her. While the daydream over the phone had been a game of finding where his tongue would wind her up, as he ran it along her slit there was no place that didn't seem to make all of her puddle against him. Even his first lick, tempting and delicious in its own way, had her huffing, a strange strangle coming from her throat as her hands abused the sheets.

More, it was him urging himself forward just as much as her soul was tugging at him. Another lap of his tongue, firm and pressing between the folds to really drink her in before adding a flick to her clit made her almost breathless, her fingers making frantic morse code into the bed. He played with the motion, twirling rather than just a simple glide, giving extra attention to the places his fingers had already found months ago.

"That!" Maka practically jumped as her feet stomped to the floor.

This would take practice, a playfulness to the angle of his tongue that he hadn't actually explored much but the fatigue was forgotten in the face of hearing her whimpers, watching her legs fidget next to him, leaving him only able to give her every last thing she called for. His hand tightly cupped her ass, increasing the pressure of his mouth until he was sure he was going to suffocate but could definitely die happy. It was then that the cry split from her lips, bounding across the room to settle happily in his ears as she fluttered out a last few agonized breaths.

Maka was barely up on her elbows, Soul just detaching with the start of a smirk when the knocking jolted them both out of their revelry. Her face blossomed to crimson, "You said an hour!"

Soul was about to reiterate the same when the pound came again and he was popping to his feet instead. He wiped his face awkwardly, letting the fleeting thought of Death, she tasted so good, hit him and intensified his blush tenfold. As he opened the door, he barely spat out, "You're early."

"I'm late," Black Star snapped back as he looked at his watch.

"Two," Soul groaned, knowing that Maka could probably hear him and the steam was just about tumbling from her ears.

Black Star flaunted his watch in Soul's face. "It's two-thirty."

"It's one-thirty and Tsubaki probably changed your fucking watch again," he grumbled as he pushed Black Star's arm out of his face.

"Not like you're ever busy," Black Star rolled his eyes but the cackling finally broke from his lips. "Sorry, guess it did kind of sound like you were busy."

"Shut up," Soul hissed.

"The whole damn apartment could-"

Soul clamped a hand over his mouth with a withering look of murderous intent. "Shut up. Just, stay the fuck out here." As soon as his hand was gone the laughter started again and Soul slamming the door in Black Star's face only amplified it. He turned into her bedroom, finding her just about the same color. "Tsubaki changed his watch."

"Of course," Maka sighed as she pressed both hands to her cheeks.

"I'm…" Sorry? Stupid? About to crawl into a hole and die? All of the options seemed wrong but as he stared at her, words fluttering through his head uselessly, she simply smiled.

"Just take that idiot somewhere where I can't hear him laughing, please."

"He's not-" but Soul stopped the excuse as soon as she rolled her eyes. He edged closer to the bed, leaning over to run fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry I'm going to miss the best part."

"You'll just owe me when you get home."

"Deal," Soul grinned before planting a soft kiss on her lips. "But… tell me, you still feel OK?"

"More than OK," she laughed softly, "but I'm sure I'll have more thoughts by the time you're home."

"Hold on to 'em," he nodded. "Let me know when I'm holding you tonight."