Unintended Medicine

by PuppyNoelle

Description: Maka goes on the Pill to help alleviate her troublesome menstrual symptoms, but things become skewed when Soul finds out about her new prescription. SoulxMaka, multi-chap, Lemony!

A/N: Hey guys! I'm baaaaack! :3

Finally, the final chapter is here! Thanks everybody for patiently waiting for the last chapter, I really appreciate you guys letting me take the time I needed to sort through things. Things have been incredibly hectic over the last couple weeks, and I haven't had the time to seriously sit down and write much. I've mostly just been adding on a tiny bit at a time. BUT here it is, at last, the final chapter of UM! :D (P.S. I'll start FIP as soon as I can ;3)

Also, thanks for giving this story over 50,000 hits and more than 300 reviews! You guys are the best audience that I ever could have asked for!

Love, Ash~

Chapter 22

When Maka crossed the threshold of her apartment, she carefully glanced around, making sure that her boyfriend had not yet returned. She silently closed and locked the door behind her, and swiftly scuttled into her bedroom, closing that door behind her as well. She slowly, reverently withdrew her new shoes from the shopping bag. She admired the tall strappy pumps that she would never be able to stand in for more than a few minutes at a time. Annabelle had been so sweet to buy her these for her birthday. The meister only hoped that Soul would like them, too.

She quickly changed out of the clothes that she wore that day, excited to try out the outfit she'd had in mind. Once free from all her clothing, she skipped over to her dresser and pulled out her lacy bra and a pair of pink panties that matched the color as closely as possible (Soul still hadn't replaced the matching pair that he'd destroyed). She put on the bra and clean underwear, then went to her closet and picked out her favorite pair of jeans, and her black, lace-trimmed tank top. She then put on the shoes and experimentally took a few steps in them. Okay, so she was less clumsy in them on her carpet than on the solid floor in the store.

She quickly snuck into her boyfriend's bedroom, picked through his very messy closet, and extracted the old leather jacket that was now a little too small for him, but still a little too big for her. But Maka didn't care. She didn't normally fantasize about anything, but this was definitely a fantasy that she was determined to fulfill.

Finally, she giddily returned to her own bedroom. She was in the mood to have some silly, girly fun, so she walked over to her computer and loaded up iTunes. She picked out a particular song that she'd loved the moment she'd first heard it. The part that really stuck out about it were the words from the chorus, to which she loudly sang along:

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, You are the best thing that's ever been mine!"

She was so busy singing and dancing around the room that she didn't hear the knock on her door, nor did she notice Soul open the door, with blood trickling down his nose as he watched her. Finally, the song ended and she heard a long, drawn out clapping behind her. She whirled around to see a huge smirk on her boyfriend's face. She immediately flushed.

"Soul! What the hell are you doing?" She wailed, clutching the coat close around her torso.

"Just enjoying the show, Maka. And don't worry, I'm the only one here: Wes went back to Mom's hotel to hang out with her."

"Oh, okay," she replied, whirling around to face the bed, and awkwardly smoothing out the covers.

Soul wiped his nose. He then approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned his head on her shoulder to observe her timid actions. "You know, I almost didn't recognize you Maka. You look really fucking hot. Did my mom buy you the shoes?"

His meister nodded bashfully. "So... You think I look hot?"

"Damn straight." He grinned. "Just think how cool you're gonna look on the back of my bike when we meet the others tonight! And damn, I think I'm gonna have to fuck you before the night's over..."

She smacked his arm. "Pervert!"

He couldn't help but chuckle. He gently kissed her neck, but released her. "Hey," he said, curling her hand into his own and twirling her around, "can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure," she replied, a little wary, because his face suddenly revealed the telltale signs of nervousness. She also noticed that his free hand was buried in his jeans pocket, fumbling with something inside.

"I know that things have been really crazy lately, and I know you'd be pissed if I didn't get you anything, so," He slowly began to pull out the mysterious object from his pocket. "Happy 18th birthday Maka."

He pulled out a small white ring box, and held it out to her. The young woman's mind screamed at her and alarm bells rang. Her eyes widened.

"That's not what I think it is, is it? Soul, you're not... proposing, are you?"

This time he blushed. "What? No, Maka, it's not... not exactly. It's... just open it."

She eyed the tiny box suspiciously, but took it regardless. She glanced up at him, taking in his slightly edgy and timid facial expression, before tentatively propping open the lid. Inside was a white-gold ring with a single, emerald-cut clear gemstone on it. It had to be a diamond. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever seen in her entire life. It was perfect.

"SOUL you LIAR! This is obviously an engagement ring!"

He cowered back in fear of being Maka-chopped. "Okay, technically it is, but, I'm not proposing!"

"Well then what the fuck are you trying to do?"

"Just take it out of the box."

She glared at her partner, but obeyed. When she pulled the ring out of the case, she noticed that a simple, silver-colored chain was attached to it. Now she was even more confused. "I don't get it."

Her weapon stuffed his hands into his pockets and pouted shyly while he explained. "Look, I know you don't wanna get married yet, and I'm totally cool with that. This is sorta my way of putting the ball into your court. That ring is an engagement ring, but I don't want you to wear it as one until you've decided that you're ready. The chain's there so that you can wear it around your neck in the meantime. I just... I want you to have it because I want it to symbolize that you're mine." He tried to maintain some of his manly dignity by physically fluffing up his posture. "And I don't care how you wear it. If you wanna hide it under your shirts instead of wearing it over, it doesn't matter to me. As long as I know you're wearing it, I'll be cool."

The meister somehow suspected that the last part was pure puffery. He probably would feel at least a little inadequate if she didn't wear it where he could see it. He was a man after all, and all men had egos that needed to be stroked.

"Do I have to put it on myself?" She asked, informally accepting his gift.

His face perked up at the question, and in that instant, he went from shy to smug. The scythe-man carefully took the necklace from his lover, and she turned around, holding her pigtails out of the way for him. Once the clasp was in place, Soul kissed the back of his meister's neck, and pulled her into his arms again.

"I love you, Maka."

She gently tossed the tiny white box onto the bed and embraced her boyfriend's arms. "I love you too, Soul."

"Oh, by the way, the chain is from your old man. He made me promise to tell you that."

His girlfriend whipped around. "What?"

"Uh, yeah. We sort of ran into each other in the jewelry shop. He was gonna get you a necklace for your birthday, and then I ended up getting this idea..."

"Wait, so my papa actually agreed to this arrangement? Without trying to chop your head off?"

Her weapon shrugged. "He's been a bit cooler about things lately. I guess he's finally figured out that I'm not going anywhere no matter what he does. Actually, he was more upset when I told him about New York than when I told him I wanted to marry you. So, uh, you're prolly gonna have to talk to him. That bullet, I barely dodged. Had to high-tail it outta there."

"So..." Maka enunciated slowly and precisely, "We're actually going to get married, and our parents are okay with it?"

"Well, you'll still have to tell your mom, and I'm sure my dad will give me shit about it, but pretty much, yeah. Whenever you want to, just say the word."

Suddenly, his meister burst out laughing. Soul momentarily raised an eyebrow at her before joining in her celebratory mirth.

"Well," the scythe-man said, as their laughter finally began to die down, "we've still got a couple of hours until we meet up with the others. So, in the meantime, I wanna get you out of those clothes."

Maka giggled when she felt the floor disappear beneath her feet, as her partner scooped her body into his arms. The moment her body crashed onto the bed, Soul hovered over her, peeling his old jacket off her shoulders, and softly kissing her smooth flesh. Piece by piece, her weapon removed each article of clothing on his meister. The first victim of Soul's lust was the jacket. Soon that was followed by Maka's black camisole, and then her favorite bra. Soul gently began massaging her right breast with one hand, and lightly grazed his tongue over the nipple on the other. Simultaneously, his free hand was slowly working on undoing the button and zipper on his partner's hip-hugging jeans.

"Mmm... Soul..." she moaned quietly, just as he began tugging the tight-fitting denim down her long legs. He abandoned her breasts to carefully pull the pants off over the shoes.

"Soul, what are you doing?" his lover asked, reaching down to take the shoes off herself.

But in one swift motion he swatted her hand away. "No. Leave them on," he ordered. Maka was a bit confused by her weapon's sudden interest in her shoes, but decided that if it turned him on, she wasn't going to argue.

Once her jeans were off, her boyfriend-slash-fiancee made quick work of her panties. Once he had slid them off, he perched himself upon his knees, and reverently took her smooth legs into his hands. He experimentally placed a soft kiss on her right ankle as he rubbed up and down her calves. Maka shivered as he continued to place tiny butterfly kisses along those same ankles that he used to describe as "fat" when they were younger.

Incrementally, his hands roamed higher up her lean legs. As his fingers grazed higher, so did his lips. Eventually, his fingers reached her womanhood, and gently began to stroke her folds.

"Oh!" Maka squeaked in pleasure, arching her back slightly at the touch. Her silver-haired mate grinned and began to run his tongue along her inner thigh. He was getting bolder. Her heart was racing faster. He took her by surprise when he stuck a single finger inside her. She gasped, and he began panting, too. He moved his finger around, taking in every inch of her soft, wet walls. Eventually a second finger joined in, and then a third. His fingers slowly began mimicking the thrusting motions that only his manhood had managed before. When his meister panted his name, he instinctively curled his fingers upward. He must have done something right, because her walls clenched around his fingers tightly and her vocal chords shouted his name as she orgasmed.

He slowly pulled out his now soaked fingers, and grinned at his triumph. But it wasn't over yet. He quickly discarded his own clothing. Then, he stood, placing a hand under each of his lover's thighs and lifting them into the air. He positioned himself between her legs and thrust inside, earning an impressive moan from Maka. Slowly, he raised one of her legs over his shoulder so that he could get deeper inside of her. A peripheral glimpse of the black heel against the creamy white of his love's skin inspired him to thrust both faster and harder. Both of their moans increased in pace and intensity until Maka found her release a second time, and Soul found his a moment later.

"I don't think my leg is supposed to go up that high," his meister said breathlessly, but with a goofy smile on her face.

Her scythe chuckled as he slowly pulled out of her, releasing her awkwardly positioned leg in the process. "Maybe not," he said smugly, "but it felt damn good that way."

As she caught her breath again, Maka giggled, too. Then a well-timed "yeah," escaped from her lips. As Soul captured his partner's lips once again, they both realized that they weren't going to make it to Maka's birthday party quite on time.

Graduation came and went, and Maka, Soul, and the rest of their teammates were all preparing for their big move to New York City. They packed their bags, cancelled their leases, shipped their belongings, and said their goodbyes to the people they were going to leave behind. However, before they could officially leave Death City, Maka had one last errand to run...

The blonde meister laid down awkwardly on top of the padded exam room table while her gynecologist poked and prodded around her nether regions with those cold, sterile tools. Maka wanted nothing more than to get out of there, immediately. It really wasn't any less awkward and uncomfortable the second time around.

"So," the brunette woman asked, "how has the birth control been working out for you, Maka?"

"Oh. It's great! My last few periods have been so much lighter, and I hardly get any cramps at all anymore, and-"

But she cut herself off there. That was a conversation that she wasn't comfortable getting into with someone she had only met once before, even if said person was a doctor, who currently had her gloved hands and shiny tools down by the young woman's unmentionables.

"It's just really useful," Maka finally said to complete her sentence.

"Well that's good," the doctor replied, finally removing her tools and dropping them into a cleaning solution on the countertop behind her. "I'm glad it's been working out well for you. How is your fiancee liking it?"

Maka sputtered. "What? I- I don't know what you mean!"

The doctor smiled and pointed at the silver ring that was currently peeking out from beneath Maka's borrowed cotton robe. "Sweetheart, you're wearing an engagement ring around your neck, and while I was examining you, I found that your hymen has been torn, and it was intact the last time I saw you. I'm a gynecologist Maka, I've seen it all. There's really no need to be coy."

"Oh," was the only reply that the meister could muster.

"Well," the older woman said, with an amused smile on her face, "We're done for today, so you can go ahead and get dressed now. And don't forget the list of recommendations for New York doctors that I gave you. You'll need to keep up on your exams while you're there."

"Yes, thank you, doctor," Maka replied appreciatively.

"You're welcome, dear," the older woman said cheerfully as she walked out the door.

With her last loose end tied, Maka exited the clinic to find Soul leaning casually against the side of a neon yellow cab, boredly staring off into the distance. His crimson eyes flitted over to his meister's form and he removed himself from the smooth metal of the car. He opened the door of the vehicle and silently motioned for her to get inside first. She obliged, and he swiftly joined her, grasping her hand in his and keeping their fingers laced for the duration of the drive to the airport.

When they arrived, a small group of their friends, teachers, and family members were there to see them off. Their fellow Spartoi members were staying behind in Death City, and going to school in nearby California, so they all made sure to see their friends off. Lord Death was fussing over Kid, and Stein and Sid were attempting to calm down a bawling and heaving Spirit.

After everyone had said their goodbyes, the outward bound group turned toward their exit. Maka took one final glance back at her tear-stained father, and left her partner's side to sprint over to the redhead and hug him tightly.

"Bye Papa. I uh..." she began hesitantly, mumbling quietly, "I love you."

Spirit's eyes welled up with fresh tears, this time of joy, as his daughter pulled away to rejoin her partner.

The last thing that Soul and Maka heard as their going away party disappeared from view was Maka's father yelling:

"YOU'D BETTER TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY MAKA YOU LAZY, OCTOPUS-HEADED BRAT!"

Beside her, Soul chuckled and casually draped an arm over his meister's shoulders. He seemed to take Spirit's words to heart though, because the moment they reached the crowd of people boarding the plane, the scythe-man's arm snaked down to her waist, where he held onto her possessively. As they all finally took their seats, Maka could swear that she saw a flash of crimson, as Soul's eyes locked onto her collarbone, just to make sure that the ring was still securely fastened around her neck.

~Fin