|Sweet Dream, or a Beautiful Nightmare?
Author: Redemtion13 PM
Why can't she stop thinking about it? It was just a dream...or was it a nightmare? Maka honestly couldn't tell. SoMa. Lemon.Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - Maka A. & Soul Eater - Chapters: 5 - Words: 11,873 - Reviews: 127 - Favs: 104 - Follows: 182 - Updated: 07-31-12 - Published: 10-29-11 - id: 7506345
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Jazz was gently playing somewhere in the distance, perfectly accentuated by a fire cackling softly. It seemed so familiar…but where was she? Letting out a soft moan of displeasure as the effort Maka opened her eyes and sat up, taking in her surroundings.
She was in Soul's black room.
But it wasn't the same room she had grown accustomed to appearing in. It was smaller more comfortable. But besides the size change, the most noticeable difference was the bed. A giant four-poster beast of a bed. A bed she was currently lying on. Sitting up, she glanced around, noting the fireplace to her left, casting long shadow over the room. Confused, she called out.
"I was hoping you would wake up soon." His voice drifted lazily around her before he materialized from the darkness, dressed as always in his pinstriped suit.
"What's going on?" Maka asked as he approached the bed before settling down next to her. "Why are we here?"
Soul grinned, leaning in closer to her. "Are you sure you want to know?"
Maka felt a strange warmth bloom her in stomach as Soul continued to grin at her. It wasn't his usual lazy smirk. It was…hungry. Licking her suddenly dry lips she nodded, unconsciously leaning towards him. "Yes."
"We're here to play." He breathed, bringing a hand up to cup her face before his lips lightly brushed against hers. Maka froze for a moment, her mind reeling. Logic took over.Soul would never kiss her.She had woken up in a new version of the black room.She was obviously dreamingShe didn't care.
With that settled Maka let herself melting into the kiss, letting out a soft moan as Soul's tongue pressed against her lips. Parting her lips, she let her tongue battle against his until he pulled away, eyes shining.
"Ready to play?"
Panting, she nodded moving her hand to pull him back down to her only to find she couldn't move her arm. Faltering, she tried to move her other arm, but it too was stuck fast. Craning her neck, she saw that the sleeves of her dress had been tied to the posters of the bed. "Soul?"
"Shhh" he whispered, kissing her a chaste kiss. "Do you trust me?"
Trembling slightly (though she didn't know whether it was out of fear or excitement) she nodded. "Yes."
"Good" he grinned, waving a hand over her body. Maka let out a small gasp as she felt the black dress begin to slink off her body. Peering down she watched as the fabric slowly feathered its way down her legs before settling at her ankles. Feeling slightly self-conscious, despite knowing full well dream Soul was nothing more than her imagination she blushed. Glancing up, she saw Soul staring down at her bra and panty clad body with lustful expression. Licking his lips, he lifted one of his hands and gave a very sharp snap. Immediately she felt the fabric of the dress wrap itself tightly around each of her ankles. Looking back down she watched as the cloth continued to slither under his unspoken command until finally it wrapped itself tightly around the posts of the bed, leaving a very exposed Maka.
"Soul?" She ventured again, but he was already on the move, pressing his mouth greedily against hers. Melting again she met the kiss head on, her tongue fighting hungrily with his. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered why she had so little control over her own dream, but all logical thought quickly left her being as Soul's mouth moved from hers and latched onto her neck. Arching her back she let out a moan as he nipped as the supple skin, pulling it taunt with his sharp teeth.
"Soul!" she cried out, desperately trying to free herself from her restraints but failing to even make them budge. She let out a small whimper as Soul pulled away from her neck with one final bite.
"Patience" he growled softly in her ear before sliding down lower, feather her collarbone with light kisses, coming to a rest on her bra covered chest. Reaching up with one slender finger he slowly traced the valley between her small breasts, taking time to circle each breast, the bra melting away until his touch. "You really are beautiful." He whispered, his breath hot against her skin. Maka felt her self blush again as he finally tipped his head forward and took an erect nipple into his mouth.
She let out an erotically loud moan as he lavished her virgin breast with attention, sucking and biting the skin lightly before switching to the next, dragging his tongue across her skin as he did so. Underneath him, Maka's hips thrust towards him without her consent. She felt herself blush again as he chuckled, pulling away from her nipple and letting a hand lazily trace down her naval, stopping at the edge of her panties.
"Am I teasing you to much? He asked softly, letting his hand go further, the material parting for his fingers. "Maka?"
"Y-yes!" Maka screamed as his fingers slipped even further and rubbed against aching clit.
Soul let out a dramatic sigh as his fingers began to dance over her clit, eliciting cry after cry of pleasure from his meister. "As you wish" he smirked before drifting even lower, coming to rest with his head between his legs. But still, he didn't make any further movement, content to watch Maka squirm against her restraints, her hips jerking towards him.
"Soul…please." She begged, lip jutting out in a pout as he continued to smirk at her. Confident bastard. If she wasn't tied up like this she would wipe that smirk right off his…Maka's train of thought was completely derailed as Soul tongue darted out and lazily traced his tongue against her slit. She bit her lip to hold back a scream as he did it again, this time letting his mouth come to rest against her clit as one of his fingers slid painfully slowly into her wet heat. Curling his fingers inside his meister, Soul's tongue eagerly lapped at her clit as Maka began to thrash wildly. She wanted so badly to be free, just so she could grab onto him, but her restraints continued to hold fast. All she could do was watch as his white haired head continued to assault her sex.
She couldn't hold back a scream as he added another finger inside of her, mouth forming a small suction on her clit as he did so. Eye's rolling back, she arched her back and screamed out his name as everything went black for a moment. There was nothing but bliss.
Maka's sea foam green eye's opened to annoying sunlight streaming in on her flushed face. Letting out a small gasp she glanced around and realized she was back in her room, a room without Soul.
"Good morning Maka" A female voice purred in her ear before there was soft 'poof' and Blair was perched on the edge of her bed. She leered down at the sweating teen, "Sleep well?"
"F-fine" Maka stammered as Blair continued to stare at her.
"You know, you make some awfully sexy noises when you sleep." Blaire taunted, leaning in uncomfortably close. "And you were calling for someone." Maka's eyes went wide, but Blair only grinned wider. "Don't worry, he's not awake yet. Why don't you finish up, and I'll go start breakfast? Don't worry, I won't tell Soul you dream about him!" She patted Maka on the cheek. "But you should! Real life is so much better than dreams, trust me." Winking, she jumped off the bed and trotted out of the room leaving Maka very much alone, and still very horny.
After a few minutes of very intense debate, Maka pulled herself from the warm confines of her bed, fully ignoring Blair's advice of 'finishing up'. She scoffed to herself as she softly padded her way towards the bathroom. She was Maka Albarn! One sexy dream about Soul wasn't going to make her lose control just like that. Nodding to her self she turned just in time to see Soul exiting the steaming bathroom, a black towel wrapped loosely around his hips, droplets of water still dripping from his thick hair. Maka couldn't stop from tracing his body with her eyes. Half lidded crimson eyes set above a sharp-toothed mouth. Sharp teeth that could feel oh so good. Unconsciously her hand drifted to her neck as her eyes trailed down his muscled chest, following the trail his stitched scar made all the way down to his…
"Morning Maka." Soul yawned nearly scaring Maka out of her skin. To tired to notice her strange behavior he gave her a half wave before trudging off towards his room. It took Maka almost a full minute before she regained control of her body.
"Morning…" she offered weakly to the empty hallway before darting into the bathroom. Tearing off her clothes she jumped into the shower, completely ignoring the hot water capabilities and allowing the frigid water to soothe her feverish skin. Gasping as the water continued to rain over her, she forced her mind from all thoughts sexual in nature. It was a so going process, but after what felt like hours she finally felt her lust wane enough for her to think straight. Returning the water to a reasonable temperature she quickly finished up. Grabbing a towel she exited the bathroom to find a very smug looking Blair leaning against doorframe.
"You were in there a long time Maka. Having fun?" the cat teased.
"No." Maka growled, pushing past the annoyance and heading towards her room, Blair in tow.
"Come on Maka, Tell Blair what you dreamed about" Blair whined as she followed after Maka, plopping down on her bed as Maka began to dress. "Girl talk!"
"I didn't dream about anything." Maka lied, blushing furiously as she began to pull her hairs into their usual pigtails. "Drop it."
Blair pouted but dropped the issue with a severe pout, transforming into a cat with a small pop. "Fine. But the way you were moaning Soul's name makes Blair think otherwise." The cat let out a hiss as Maka grabbed a book from her dresser and launched it at the feline, sending her flying out the room. Satisfied Maka made to finish up her other pigtail when a deep chuckle made her jump.
"What'd Blair do?" Soul asked as he hovered at the edge of her door, shirt casually draped over his shoulder. Maka forced her eyes back to her own reflection, ignoring her persistent blush. How? How could he still not be wearing a shirt? And more importantly…did he hear what Blair said? She sneaked a glance at Soul who was still waiting for an answer, an amused smirk on his face as he watched Blair continue to sulk.
"Just being Blair." Maka sighed, finishing up and turning to Soul. "Ever going to get dressed?" 'Please say no'
Soul shrugged. "Ever going to make breakfast?"
Maka rolled her eyes but never the less gave a small nod and made her way from the room. Brushing past the shirtless Soul she fought every fiber in her being that begged her to touch him. Just to run a finger down that scar. Just to brush her lips against his. Tightening her fists she continued on to the kitchen, vaguely hearing Soul head towards his room.
Breakfast was quite possibly the most awkward thing Maka had ever experienced. She couldn't stop staring at Soul's mouth, her legs squeezing together tightly as a burning heat began to build between her thighs. She thanked all that was holy that it was the weekend, there was no possible way should would be able to make it through a day of classes like this.
"Are you okay?" Soul asked suddenly, looking up and catching her staring at him for the umpteenth time.
"Huh?" Maka squeaked, eyes coming up to meet his. He gave her a raised eyebrow before pointedly looking down at her plate.
"You haven't eaten a thing." Soul observed.
"Oh, I'm fine" Maka replied too fast, quickly beginning to eat. Soul continued to stare at her for a moment before shrugging and returning to his own meal. Across the table Maka mechanically continued eat, not daring to look up until the plate was completely clean.
"So, got any plans today?" Soul asked, reaching out into the middle of the table and snatching a Clementine from the fruit basket.
"Yeah, Tsubaki...wanted to do something…I think…" Maka answered meekly as Soul quickly peeled the small fruit and bit into it with his sharp teeth and sucked out the tangy juice. She watched completely memorized as a trail of sticky juice leaked out of the corner of his mouth. It continued to drop lower and lower until slowly Soul's tongue slipped past his lips to catch it. Legs pressing together even tighter, Maka let out an almost unperceivable moan.
Unfortunatly almost is not always good enough.
Soul's bloody eyes glanced up at her again, sending a chill through her body. "Maka, are you sure you're okay?"
"W-what?" She sputtered too quickly. "Yeah. I mean, why wouldn't I be?"
Soul gave her a slight frown before pushing off from the table and sliding over to her. "You look kinda…" Soul struggled for the right word. "Are you sick?"
Maka shook her head. She could smell the orange on him, mixing with his natural scent. Had it always been this intoxicating? No, he must be wearing something different, she would have noticed it before this. She was so engrossed with her thoughts she didn't even notice his hand coming up to her face until he made contact. His cool palm pressing against her forehead
"You're hot." Soul mumbled, moving his hand to cheek. "I think you should go lay down. Can't have you getting sick."
Maka fought the urge to nuzzle her face into his hand, instead nodding slowly. "Yeah…I'll go lie on the couch! Can you clean up?"
Soul nodded as Maka bolted from the room. She had to get away from him before she did some incredibly pleasur…. stupid. Quickly collapsing on the couch, she pressed a hand over her eyes. It was only a dream. It shouldn't be bothering her this much. It was only a sexy dream!
"Can I get you anything?" Soul's voice asked softly from above her.
Maka moved her hand from her face to find Soul leaning over the edge of the couch watching her closely. When she shook her head, he slipped onto the part of the couch unoccupied by her body and turned on the television. After a few minutes, Maka chanced a glance up her weapon only to find him looking down at her.
"W-what?" she asked. Damnit she did not babbled around Soul like those other idiot girls.
"Just checking." Soul smiled, reaching out and yanking softly on one of her pigtails. "Can't have my meister getting sick on me."
Maka returned the smile, but felt another rush shoot through her body as she spied his sharp teeth. "I feel better though…"
Soul's hand instantly reached out and cupped her cheek. "You still feel really warm. I can call Tsubaki and tell her you're sick if you want."
"No!" Maka cried, sitting up. She couldn't spend the day in the apartment with Soul. Not like this. Something WOULD happen. "I mean…I feel fine Soul. Don't worry so much. Actually, I think I'm going to head over there right now. I'll tell Black*Star you're home alone. Yeah? Good" and before Soul could answer she took off out the door.
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