"I'm okay with that." Maka didn't look up as she replied, just kept her eyes on the 'prize', continuing to massage it curiously.

Soul couldn't take it anymore. He forgot about 'looking cool.' He grabbed Maka's wrists, using one hand to hold them captive above her head. Toppling over her, heated kiss after heated kiss was exchanged. Starting at the lips, moving to the chin and neck, back to the lips, the ear…

Then he stopped. Releasing his grip on her hands and retreating from her face. Looking away.

"Soul…" Maka was somewhat confused and disheartened. Had she done something wrong?

"I'm sorry Maka…"

"For what?"

"I'm going too fast. If we go any further, I won't be able to stop, and I don't know if you'd want that."

"Soul."

"What?"

"Do you remember the first day we met?"

"Huh?"

"Just answer the question."

"Yeah. It was around this time of year, about...six years ago, right?"

"And since that day, how many of them have we spent apart?"

"As of last week? Almost none...But what does that have to do with anything?"

"I've spent everyday of the last six years of my life with you, and you think…"

"I think what? Whadda I say?"

Maka sighed, "Soul, we've been in foreplay for close to six years, and you think we're going too fast?"

Soul was quiet for a moment. "You make a valid point. But are you sure you're-"

"I swear to god, ask me if I'm 'ready' again, and I will never be ready." Soul could sense her hostility, it was literally now or never.

"Just wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into." Soul sneered, it was almost as if he was testing her. Seeing if she was up to the 'challenge' of 'doing it' with him.

"As a demon, I have no idea how aggressive I may be in bed. Just thought it'd be fair to forewarn you." Soul shrugged his shoulders and arms up in an American gesture. He was getting cocky. Almost literally.

He looked over to her, confirming she was as prepared as he had been for years. Her eyes burned brightly with passion, Soul recognized that look. It only went to things she was truly focused on. It only appeared when she had a resolve. And a look like that wouldn't go away until she got what she wanted. Soul was, at this point, more than happy to help.

It was that same look that seemed to refuel Soul. Thinking back on it, he wasn't quite sure whether he was winning in the dominance department - something that he felt needed to be remedied immediately.

He tackled her. She grinned. She knew she was getting what she wanted. He wiped that grin off her face with a deep kiss. His hands explored her back and stomach, as they detached for millisecond breaths before returning to the heated exchange of tongue and teeth. Lips already swollen from use.

He continued to explore, not needing eyes to do so. He felt the fabric at his goal. He stretched it down her left thigh, just barely so, more of a warning of what was to come than an actual pry. She moved her lips to his ear as he went to her neck.

She whispered, "Please, take them off."

He grinned as he kissed his way to her ear, "But I love those underwear…" He teased.

"I think you might like the content a bit more than the wrapping."

"I know I will."

He slid his arm up her thigh, tugging at the garment again, this time getting them to her knees. Finding this a difficult endeavor to continue, he got up to his knees, putting her legs on his shoulder. He stared at her, examining her expression, as he finished removing what was probably the cutest lingerie ever.

Soul wouldn't waste a second. His eyes drank up the sight, something that he never quite got the chance to examine properly, and would use his sweet time doing so now.

Maka's eyes were closed, an attempt to obscure her nervousness, when she had felt her legs involuntarily spread open. She knew without having to look. He was staring at her. Again.

Maka's hands covered her face, another precaution against her whimping out. She let out a high pitched groan when she felt Soul's tongue on her thigh, the sensation amplified with sensory deprivation.

Soul worked his way painfully down to Maka's core. He was enjoying taking his time. Teasing her, really. It made the enjoyment of her scream as his lips and tongue met her even better.

Still refusing to look, Maka uncontrollably flexed her legs to close, and Soul was having nothing of that. When he had finished with her down there, he moved her arms away from her face, above her head as he kissed her again.

And as much as Maka enjoyed his kisses, it didn't stand a chance against the feeling of his manhood touching her where she wanted it most. She groaned audibly into the kiss.

"Soul-Soul!" Maka whined between breaths.

He didn't need any more from her. He knew what she meant. What she wanted. Soul hurriedly removed his underwear, the garment getting lost with everything else.

"Maka, look at me." Soul commanded. He wanted her to know. Know how he felt. What he looked like when with her. He wouldn't let her keep her eyes shut, wouldn't let her miss this.

She did as he said, wanting to do so, anyway. And she took in the sight. Her thighs held wide open by Soul's muscled arms, her waist held up by his legs. Him ever so close to her. The goal almost reached. But what captivated her, what kept her looking, was his face. His eyes, which looked directly through hers, his lips, which she couldn't help but think about kissing. And his hair, disheveled as it was, as it hung around his features, framing the most beautiful thing Maka had ever seen.

"Tell me if it hurts." Soul murmured, using his words as a distraction as he entered her, one swift motion. He waited for her to adjust, watching her face intently.

Maka's eyes widened and she drew in her breath. Slight tears of pain built up at the corners of her eyes, which was nothing to her, compared to before.

"It hurts. Only a...little, 't move." Maka whispered, fixing her breathing.

"No problem. I don't know if you realize this Maka, but inside of you….Fucking amazing!" Soul's face did not betray his words, he seemed almost flabbergasted.

Maka chuckled lightly, "You're not so bad yourself, Demon Scythe." She uncurled her fists, which were balled up in Soul's crimson sheets, and added, "You can move, if you want. Actually, please. Please move."

Before he could even respond, Maka was rolling her hips. But Soul would not allow her to do all the work. In fact, he was finding it more and more difficult not to move as time ticked on. He gripped her waist on both sides, creating a stable entrance point, as he increased speed, going along with Maka's rhythm.

As much as Soul enjoyed the feeling of being inside of Maka, it was her reaction to it that he found most entertaining and cute. Her hands were balled up his sheets again, as she tugged them toward her middle. An attempt to not interfere. Her eyes would flutter open for seconds at a time as her eyebrows scrunched with the tension. Her head would turn from side to side, picking up pace as he did. And what Soul enjoyed most were Maka's frequent moans and squeaks. The were short but sweet, loud but soft. Music to his ears.

It wasn't until one of those little squeaks formed his name that Soul realized he couldn't hold it any longer. And he didn't. Not that he had much of a choice. Even if his Soul had wanted to exit, which he didn't, he wouldn't have been able to. Maka had locked her feet at the middle of his back, refusing to let him leave. She had released the sheets and was breathing heavily, half of her face buried in Soul's bed. Exhausted but satisfied.

Even with how tired she had grown, Maka couldn't help but look, see what Soul looked like after sex. She was too curious not to. She knew he already knew full well what she looked like.

He was looking right back at her. She watched as his chest heaved from strain, and how his mouth was open ever so slightly. Audible breath. Maka was losing her patience. She used whatever strength she could find and reached out for him. She almost felt like a child, whining to be held.

In doing so, Maka's legs went limp at Soul's sides, and he took the opportunity as it presented itself to exit. Falling into Maka's embrace with near exhaustion. Maka wrapped her arms around his neck as his face went into hers.

"That was…" Soul began to mutter.

"Amazing?" Maka breathed in his ear.

"I was gonna say cool, but that too." Soul grinned.

Maka chuckled. It was quiet for a moment. "Soul?"

"Hmm?" Soul hummed in Maka's ear.

"I really want to kiss you again."

"You can kiss me any time you want."

"Are you sure you want to say that? I may just turn out to be a kiss-a-holic. You may get annoyed with it."

Soul flipped Maka under him and answered, "You're not Maka if you're not annoying me."

"And you're not Soul if you're not pissing me off." Maka smiled up at him.

Soul couldn't help himself. He just wanted to give her one kiss, but they somehow managed to turn it into another make-out session.

Then a knock at the door.

"Maka! It's Blaire! You're gonna talk to me about your crush, right? Is Soul there? Hello?"

Soul and Maka laughed. Maka wouldn't have much to talk about with her. Especially not now. And definitely not about this. Never. About. This.

"I let myself in! Man, this place is a pig stye! Where are you guys? And why is there a gaping hole in the wall?"