A/N: This is a pretty limey story so I'm warning you.
I never really liked it very much so I didn't upload it, it's been sitting on my computer for months.
Enjoy!

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Instinct

She'd known how he felt for a while now. There was no acknowledgement. No answers. No "I feel the same way.". Nothing. It was pissing him off. It wasn't even like he'd said he loves her. Just he likes her. Maybe they could be a bit closer. She'd wanted to think. With a brain that big you think she might be able to make up her mind a bit. And now she was in the kitchen, leaning over the sink. Her skirts are very short. This was blatantly torture.

She was asking for it really. Definitely. She was making him pant. She'd turned him into some sort of drooling puppy. Following her, waiting for her. It wasn't good enough. He wasn't like that. He wouldn't be like that. The decision was made. He stood up.

Now what? Walk to the kitchen. She looked up but didn't find it interesting it seemed. She just turned back. Why doesn't she pay attention? He would make her pay attention. He'd show her why she should. Why she had to.

His hands suddenly wrapped around her arms. Her head turned and her eyes widened. He knew he could look scary but he didn't care. She could speak. If she didn't want it she could say. He's not a criminal.

With her attention on him there was no need for his hands on her arms. When released Maka turned to face him. Her back against the bench, sink directly behind her. Soul took her face in his hands and pressed their lips together.

He put all of his strength into it. It was a full body kiss, all possible surfaces touching. He'd been made to wait too long. This was going to be more rough than he would've otherwise been. Self control was long gone.

They parted and Maka gasped but Soul's hands were already at her legs. Just above the knee moving upwards, holding tightly. He could hear her breathing heavily. Panting. His wandering hands found their way to her butt, his fingertips tracing along the places she would never normally let him touch.

But she was letting him now. He tightened his grip on her. He didn't have enough room to move. He needed to move her. Onto the floor. One arm wrapped around her neck and put her onto her back on the floor. The tiny girl's weight not an issue at all. He kneeled above her, reluctant to make eye contact because of the borderline inappropriate physical contact. But it was only going to get worse. He couldn't wait. He needed it.

He pushed her jumper and shirt up from her hips revealing her belly button. He began to tackle the skirt buttons. His hands barely shaking. He'd rehearsed this in his mind. One, two, three. It was off. There was only one layer to go. He could feel in the pit of him stomach that this was what he wanted. He didn't hesitate. He knew how it worked.

One hand was focused on her. She needed to be ready for it. With the other hand he worked on the buttons of his own pants. Maka was moaning and he risked a glance at her face. She was smiling, her eyes were closed. He slid his eyes along her body, back to where the action would happen. There was nothing stopping him now.

A/N: Yeahhhh, Soul seems a little rapey at times and it's just a bit weird.
I'm feeling a little bit guilty at the moment because even though I've been posting I haven't been writing.
I'll write you something new soon.

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