So if anyone is wondering why this updated, its cause I re-did the chapters.
I went back through and edited it, adding a good 2000 words to a couple chapters, and not so much to others.
Fixed some word choice, ect.

Overall, please re-read!
There will be paragraphs that weren't there before.
I hope its better now.

Maka awoke from her slumber in an instant. Her head was aching vigorously, and she hadn't even bothered to put up her hair before she went to bed; an unusual characteristic for the neat meister. She glanced over at the clock, it was only 11pm and she had been asleep maybe for an hour or two. Maka sighed deeply, and threw off her covers. She instantly felt the chill on her long legs that had toned quite elegantly since her mid-teens. She also, hadn't bothered putting on her usual pajama pants, opting instead to wear Soul's old, black zip-up jacket that he hadn't want anymore, therefore giving it to Maka. Unzipping the top of the black jacket slightly, she felt the nice breeze on her collarbone; it was a rather warm night, nothing uncharacteristic of summer in Death city.

Opening her door softly and walking out of her bedroom, she subconsciously glanced over at Souls bedroom door. Of course she knew he wasn't home yet, he'd go to a club with Black Star and their friends, without Maka. Something he did quite often, she would groan to herself. She huffed angrily and went to the fridge, looking for something cold she could pour down her throat.

"…god damnit Soul," she muttered under her breath, huffing and slamming the refrigerator door closed. The sounds echoed throughout the apartment, sending an eerie chill down her back. "….you drank all of the milk, like always."

Maka walked back to her room quietly, the soft steps of her stride sounding loud in her ears. She decided to leave her door open, hoping it would make her room at least a tiny bit colder in comparison to the current hot-as-hell temperature she was experiencing. Plopping onto her bed, Maka sighed and moved her head upwards at a slight angle to look out her window.

The night was calm and collective, the moon shining brightly onto the dark streets she had roamed in countless battles. She laughed as she sat up to get a better view, hoping she imagined what she thought she saw- because across the street she could see into another bedroom. Maka quickly got up and went over to the window, only to find out she had imagined right, and she quickly began to shut the blinds. At last second however, she got a good glance, no a GREAT glance at what was going on. The lady in the room met Maka's eyes with passion and lust, she grinned slyly at Maka, as Maka remembered just on time to look away from the scene when the man in the room gripped the woman's shoulder, preparing.

Maka could feel her face get flustered, though she was not new to the idea of sex, she couldn't understand how couples could just screw each other with the window open. Maka had never had sex before, but the idea in itself seemed ludicrous in her mind. Then all of a sudden, like on cue, she could smell the scent of her jacket, his scent, and it made the entire room seemed unbearably hot. She glided over to her body-sized mirror and looked at herself. She did love this jacket, his jacket, but not because it was his. She loved it because she could tease herself with it, because it was the only time she had FELT anything remotely close to beautiful.

It didn't matter that she didn't have the chest of a supermodel, she had grown a chest, a chest she believed was perfectly comfortable for her stature. And the way the jacket ended a little past her hips, making her legs look extremely sleek and slim. She loved the way she looked in the jacket at the moment, minus the messy hair and the slight bags under her eyes that were starting to form. But even after all that encouragement she had given herself, Maka sighed heavily, bangs reaching over to cover one eye. The problem was that she didn't, and couldn't, wear this jacket all the time and in the way she was wearing it. She wasn't Blair; she couldn't pull it off in front of other people. Maka gripped her arms and rested her head against the mirror in defeat. No one would ever want this body, her body. And right when Maka felt she was about to cry, she unexpectedly didn't. Besides being well past the stage of crying her eyes out every night, she had the jacket from the man of her dreams, did she not? She could smell him on it, even though it was fading…so why can't she just, well, pretend?

How long had she locked away her love for her weapon deep inside her? A secret she refused, even under the threat of torture, to reveal to anyone. Even Tsubaki. She had so much with Soul, he was her weapon, her best friend, her savior, her hero, her comfort, her everything but-a lover. She wouldn't throw everything away for a chance, especially after the tragedy of her mother and father. However, what was stopping her from pretending he could be hers?

Maka immediately remembered the couple across the street and flushed again. She could feel her legs twitching, and if Soul wasn't home then he wasn't home. Maka turned around and looked at the clock. It read 11:30pm in bright neon red letters. She bit her lip for a second, debating. Soul wouldn't be home until at LEAST midnight, which gave her 30 minutes. Plenty of time, right? Right. It wasn't long before she couldn't control herself, and she found that her feet were already walking and stationed in to Soul's room. His room, the room she been dying to set foot in. A room that was almost taboo to her senses, because the mere sight could have her control crumpling to its knees.

And her control did just that; crumple.

The room held a very dark aura. Not the evil kind, but the calm and relaxing kind. She walked over and touched his sheets, they were black and red silk and she thought she could just feel his presence in them. With the moon just shining through the crack in the curtain, she sheets looked almost inviting. She giggled at herself, something she hadn't done in a long time. God, she was being a total weirdo and enjoying every minute of it. After examining the room a bit longer, glancing past the book shelf, the desk, the small baby piano and collection of sheet music; she decided to finally get under those oh so inviting red silky sheets. It wasn't like Soul would have noticed, his bed is always messy.

She rolled over towards his iPod that was on the desk, her hand going through the stream of light on the bed from the crack in the curtains. She put on the headphones and smiled at the music. Of course Soul had alternative and jazz, it wouldn't be his ipod if it didn't. She found a familiar song and put it on, a nice, fast beat that made her blood boil. Before she knew it her hand was snaking its way down her jacket, pulling it up slightly to her belly button, and her breathing was getting heavier by the second. But she wouldn't let herself touch though, she couldn't- she was Maka after all; but every time she got near the top of her underwear band, she could feel her body pulse, her body shake, with desire. So instead she just teased herself, countless times over and over again. She would moan softly his name, and then smile to herself. She'd rather torture herself then face the rejection of any grown man, and when she moaned a little louder the next time, after reaching beneath her underwear band and touching herself at the right spot for a quick second of agony, she heard a soft chuckle in the background.

'Fantastic' she thought to herself, half amused and half depressed 'now I'm hearing his voice too…' Maka heard that wonderful low base chuckle again and decided to let her mind get the better of her… she dove down again for a second and moaned out strongly, throwing her head back and smiling. She placed her hand on her stomach again to calm herself down. 'it's getting too hot' she complained to herself. And as if on cue the covers were ripped off of her, and she sat up in a flash to see a white haired weapon grinning like a Cheshire at her from the other side of the bed. She was shocked, she was speechless. What do you say in that kind of situation? She panicked. Here she was sitting on his bed, wearing his jacket, half naked, listening to his iPod, and moaning his name. Could the message be any more clear? 'shit!' she panicked, the tightening of her jaw visually showing her distress.

"So" Soul stated calmly, his hands in his pocket as his rocked back on his heels slightly, his grin growing bigger by the minute. "Whatcha' doing there Maka?" She thought her hormones were going to explode. He had the audacity to stand there and ask her what she was doing. Stand there with his gorgeous grin, amazing white teeth, perfect ruby eyes and his husky voice. Maka looked down to see her chest exposed teasingly and her legs almost glowing from the moon light shining through the crack in the curtains just right. She quickly crawled into fetal position, running a hand through her hair like she always does when she is stressed.

"Maka-Chan…" his mocked with a cute tone, sending chills down her spine. She buried her head in her knees. Angry at herself for being so stupid, and angry at him for using that stupid cutesy voice that pissed her off.

"Maka," She heard him say firmly, as if trying to catch the attention of her. Maka could hear him get closer, but her body reacted on its own. The second she felt him next to her she jumped off the bed awkwardly. She noted the slightly hurt on his face, but he quickly covered it up.

"Sorry Soul. I got scared, some weird noises were happening and I needed some music!" She said weakly, pointing at the iPod and pulling her hair over her shoulder. "I thought you would be home a lot later, so I thought it would be okay, ya know? I'ma just go to my room now and-"

"You got scared," Soul started incredulously, playfully. " …So you decided to touch yourself and whimper out my name hoping…for what exactly?" He gave her a pointed look, teasingly as his eyes shined something dangerous and smug. "I don't think I've heard of people getting scared like that."

"Well I was!" Maka huffed angrily, reprimanding herself in her head for reacting to everything he's saying so childishly. "…and I wasn't calling out your name, you must have heard it wrong. Why would I call out for a bastard like you, neh?" Maka snapped and began storming towards his door.

"MAKA!" Soul yelled, his face holding the expression of annoyance as he shifted off the bed after her.

"Goodnight Soul Evans!" She spat back angrily, swinging open the bedroom door; but Soul was quicker than she was, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, kicking the door shut with his foot. "ugh, let go Soul!"

"Oh stop it you baka. Screaming isn't cool." Soul threw her back on the bed and climbed on top of her, making their foreheads touch. Maka continued to try and struggle, to his disdain, so he held her hands down above her head.

"Maka stop it already! I'm not upset with you or anything! Jesus, this isn't cool."

"I don't care anymore! I just want to go to bed, Soul!" Maka yelled furiously, looking left torwards the headboard, refusing to look at him in the eyes. She didn't want to be exposed to him like this. She didn't want to lose all the friendship they'd built up.

"Just pretend it didn't happen Soul…" Maka's voice softened "…just leave me alone, I'm sorry. "

"Women…" Soul huffed irratated. "Do you think I'd have straddled you on my bed if I didn't want you back?" When he didn't get a response he blew into her ear repeatedly until she faced him.

"You're so dramatic. Just hear me out bookworm." He added the last part to try and ease the tension, Soul didn't like his meister so agitated, let alone at him.

"Dramatic!" Maka yelled facing him, guess Soul's tactic had the opposite desired effect.

"At least I'm not crudely honest! Do you have to use the word 'straddled'? You couldn't say 'you'd think I'd still be talking to you if I didn't want you back' or something? Really!" Maka huffed and ranted some more, her face animated more than a couple battle faces he'd seen over the years.

"This is a dearly intimate moment and you're turning it into-into a juvenile…a juvenile fuck-chance!" Soul immediately softened his eyes when he heard Maka say it. She said a cuss word, and not a simple one, a hard-core cuss word. Maka turned her head again to keep her emotions under control. "It's bad enough I…I love you in the first place. Don't make it harder for Soul, I don't want to be your 'friend with benefits' "

"You are a stupid woman." Soul growled low, agitated at his meister who still didn't trust him the way he wanted. Maka whipped her head back to scream at Soul, but when she saw his eyes she stopped. She felt her heart skip a beat. His eyes were pleading, dark crimson eyes pleading for attention, understanding.

"Do you really think I don't love you, seriously?" Soul asked angry, he white hair cascading down onto her face, nearly tickling her cheeks. His red eyes glowing somehow, piercing into her green hues dominantly. "… You'd think I'm the kind of guy who would fuck you and then pass you on? Have you not been listening to a single thing I've said, ever!"

"Of course I have!" Maka shouted "But all you ever talk about is being cool, and how apparently I'm not cool! All you ever do is make fun of my flat chest-which is flat anymore!; and my book worm ways. Also, when you're feeling oh-so kind, you'll make fun of me for my school girl appearance. Hell, you make fun of me for every. Thing. I. Am." Maka yelled, tears getting ready to stream her cheeks.

"Gah! Cool guys don't just fuck random women Maka!" Soul yelled back, griping her wrists above her head tighter. He took a deep breath, demanding his emotions to calm and reach Maka through the Soul link. "You know I haven't really made fun of you like that for years, besides calling you a bookworm because let's face it-you are. And in reality, there's nothing wrong with that." His voice soften towards the end, breathing evenly onto Maka's face.

"You know I'd do anything, anything for you Maka."

"Well…well whatever I don't care anymore! Just get off of m-" Maka was cut off by surprise in the middle of her sentence by a pair of lips. Maka struggled at first, but eventually gave up seeing Soul was way stronger then she was, and she kinda liked the haze that entered her mind. However, when Soul licked her bottom lip asking for entrance, she couldn't help but just fall apart. Above her head she felt Soul take both her hands and hold them, both Maka and Soul gripped each other's palms as the kiss turned from soft, lovey-dovey to hot and heated. She heard Soul growl lowly when she pulled away, gasping for air.

"Soul…" she started, breathless, but still slightly angry.

"Shh" Soul said quickly and dove his hands into her hair, forcing her head upwards so he could trail kisses down here neck. "Just give in already Maka, I love you. I promise." He kissed her collarbone roughly and was rewarded with Maka's desperate moan.

"I'd give up my life for you, I'd give everything to be with you…especially like this." He kept kissing her, down her neck landing on the top of her left breast, his right.

"Let me in, I'll protect you…" He kissed again, a little more roughly.

"I'm not your dad. I'm Soul, remember? How many times have I saved your dumb ass in battle?" He heard her huff, causing her nipple to slip into his mouth. She gave a startled moan and soul laughed against her skin.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time Maka.." He kept kissing around her breast, licking and blowing on her nipple softly, only to return with a nipple roughly. He was trying to distract her from the zipper slowly making its way down, all the way down.

"Soul!" Maka moaned and pulled his face up to hers to kiss him. She could feel his hands slid down her bodyas they kissed. She could feel him, she could feel everything, and it was setting her on fire. He then did the unthinkable…he stopped.

"Soul…" Maka said quietly.

"Yeah, yeah." He chuckled, his red eyes boring into her green ones with amusement. He began taking off all his clothes, rather slowly in Maka's opinion. She just couldn't help it, couldn't help but turn her head. He was getting undressed in front of her, he was getting undressed so he and her could do the one thing she been secretly hoping for. And she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he hovered back on top of her, and she felt his member pulse against the inner side of her thigh. She instinctively threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in the junction where the shoulder and neck meet. She couldn't decide if it was from embarrassment or excitement, but she loved what was happening. Maka felt Soul's arm muscles move, which probably meant he gripped the sheets with his hands. She heard him chuckle dangerously again, as his voice came alive with a low, husky base that made Maka want to orgasm right then and there.

"A little excited there, are we love?" He stated teasingly, nuzzling her hair and breathing against her hair. She felt his hand glide up her thigh, her body shook beneath him and she felt his grin extend.

"Oh gosh…" Maka whispered quietly as Soul leaned on his one elbow, and with his other hand began the task of removing Maka's underwear. She swore to the heavens she was going to die from the anticipation. Not only was he taking off her barrier from the very thing that made her a woman, but he was doing it slowly. He would move it down a little, and then brush his fingers over the spot where it once was.

"Soul…" Maka moaned quietly, nibbling on his neck. She secretly hoped that was the right thing to do, since it felt so natural, and the soul link seemed to pulse with pressure slightly.

"Don't tease me Soul…"He chuckled lowly in her ear and finally threw the underwear off and on to the floor, joining his clothes he just had one, and the clothes that usually decorated his carpet.

"Do you love me Maka?" he asked dangerously, with a slight amusement echoing through the chord.

"Of course I love y-" Maka suddenly felt a wave of pleasure just shake her senses and she cried out his name, moving her head away so she could see him, see the way his eyes looked when he was dominating for once, and Maka secretly decided he would dominate in sex forever

Soul rested his forehead against hers and grinned a toothy grin as he thrusted his finger inside her once more. Maka threw her head back and let out a load moan, grabbing hand fulls of his hair, much to Soul's delight, as he closed he's eyes moved towards Maka's hand with a smile. Soul pushed in again and again, sending Maka into fits of pleasure, making Maka cry out and shout his names to the heavens.

"Soul- Soul please just take me already! Jesus…" She pleaded her voice dying off into a whisper, wrapping her arms around his neck once more. He laughed lightly, sliding his finger out to play around her clit.

"Do you want it?" he asked devilishly, thrusting in once more. He felt on fire having the ability to make Maka like this.

"Yes, yes, yes! Soul Please!" Soul felt Maka's body shake, and she shoved his hand away with one of her hands, the other that resided in his hair fisted harder, pulling him down to her face as she thrusted her hips up to meet his and brush against his straining erection. Soul in response gripped the sheets on either side of Maka's head.

"God Maka…" He muttered lowly, his eyes hazed over with lust and adoration. He steadily slide his erection against her clit, beginning to wonder himself why he was drawing out the foreplay so long when she was obviously ready.

"Now Soul…now please!" Maka thrusted up again, her voice breathless and quiet. Soul chuckled and took the hand not fisted in his hair and held it above her head, finger interlaced.

"You want it Maka?" he stated lowly, he breathing quick and short.

"Yes Soul!"

"You want it?" Soul voice grew louder.

"Yes Soul!" Maka pleaded, thrusted her hips up to his while taking his lip into her mouth. He groaned almost like an animal.

And with that he slid into her, desperate.

Maka felt a quick pain at first, but it quickly went away between huffs and soothing words. Maka could feel him inside her, feel his urges to let loose; and god she loved it. Soul was so out of control, his eyes unbashfully cascading up and down her body. His muttering of cuss words made Maka hotter, especially since Soul always tried to refrain from cussing around her.

Soul placed one hand on her hip, getting a better angle and harder pulse. Maka loved it, she loved him, and she loved screaming his name. He gripped her hip tighter as he felt his end coming soon. They were both getting close, getting really close with

Each

Single

Thrust

And Maka was screaming louder and louder. She felt her muscles straining, begging for the end of the marathon. She let go of his hand and buried her face in his neck, panting, screaming for her release. Soul buried his free hand in her hair, grunting and thrusting harder, and harder still…until Maka screamed his name. The best thing he had ever heard in his life, nothing could compare the sheer achomplishment he felt in making the love of his life scream like that as she tightened around him, bringing him over the edge with her. He smiled to himself as he took himself out of Maka, after resting a few minutes inside her. He rested his head on the top of her chest and she repeatedly ran her hands through her hair, humming. Maka was unbelievably happy, to the point when she caught her breath, she started humming.

"…you still remember that song I played for you?" Soul asked wrapping his arms around her, sighing into her chest lightly, content with the world at the moment. "That was forever ago. And a bad song at that."

"It was a great song. I loved it." Maka whispered, running her hand down his back and shoulder blades. Laughing to herself slightly at how unbelievably comfortable this was, and how natural it felt.

"Too bad I screwed up the rhythm and the stroked the wrongs notes, and there was that-"

"Gah! What are you talking about, it was-" Maka paused and continued "…just go to sleep Soul." Maka sighed playfully, pushing him over and laying on his chest. "I'll fight with you about it in the morning." Soul laughed and put one hand around Maka's waist and the other behind his head.

"Yeah, we can 'fight' in the shower next time, neh?"

"Not in your life."