A/N: An here is the final part! I hope you've enjoyed reading the story if it is indeed to your tasted (and if it isn't, you wouldn't have made it this far so whatever).


They didn't get much personal time over the course of the next month. Their schedules got hectic again and when they did get minimal alone time together, they spent it just enjoying each other's company, sometimes making out and jumping to third base if they felt that they had enough time; excluding the week Maka was on her period. Though, at least they'd taken to sharing a bed. Waking up to find Maka curled against his chest was one of the best feelings in Soul's book.

At least they'd bought condoms so that if they did have time, they'd be prepared. Soul grimaced lightly whenever the memory hit him. It had been an, um, experience buying condoms with his meister. He had learned a few things.

1. At some point, Tsubaki had fit a condom around her foot and 'if Tsubaki can fit a small round her foot, you can fit a small round your dick, Soul'.

2. Maka had been able to say dick without stuttering, which made Soul both proud and weirdly horny.

3. He had a killer puppy dog look that managed to get Maka to admit, blushing the whole time, that OK, maybe his dick wasn't small so fine, go exchange these for medium, just stop looking at me like that!

But it was a Friday evening, half-term break had just started and Soul was pretty sure that that night- or at some point during the next week- he and Maka were finally going to do the do, if the way his girlfriend was trying to mash their hips together on the couch was any indication.

"Haah," he exhaled as Maka swivelled her hips just right.

He bucked his hips up and held her close with his hands on her ass. Her face was pressed against his neck and the feeling of her searing pants brushing past his neck was enough to make him shiver and his back arch against the couch armrest.

God, he could feel her heat through his slacks and it was driving him insane. They were still (somewhat) in uniform because Maka had freaking ambushed him when they got home and they had spent a good while just making out on their worn couch. Not that he was complaining of course.

She was getting high-pitched and loud right by his ear, oh God, she was getting close. But fuck, even though his stamina had improved over the course of the past month, he was still going to come in his pants if she didn't stop.

He groaned and pushed her back and down by her shoulders before he could reach the point where his dick went out of his control.

Maka lay underneath him, panting; hair splayed around her head, having been released from her pigtails earlier on, and flush diving down from her cheeks to her wonderful tits which she had bared for him a little under half an hour ago. Her hands lay by her head and her legs were spread to accommodate him.

He leaned over her, resting on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath. Their chests heaved in harmony and Soul smiled down at her as she glowered up at him.

"You were going to make me jizz my pants again," he mumbled, gaze focusing on a hickey on the side of her neck. He pouted as she snorted.

Maka threw her arms around his neck and toyed with the hair at his nape, giggling. "And you always said I had no sex appeal," she teased, rising up a bit to peck him on the lips chastely before flopping back down to the couch.

He couldn't contain his dorky grin. "You'd have given me a concussion if I told you the truth."

Maka smirked and raised an eyebrow, still toying with his hair. "And the truth is...?"

Soul leaned down whisper in a husky voice, lips brushing her ear as he spoke: "The truth is that you've always made me hard enough to fuck concrete."

He sighed as she started giggling again. Licking and biting her neck got her to stop pretty quickly though.

"Mmm, Soul," she sighed and arched her back, pressing her bare chest to his. Her hands were groping the muscles on his back when she said, "Hmm, wait. Sit back up."

He did so, slowly, mournful to detach from her skin. Maka got off the couch and stood.

"Sit properly," she commanded. Soul's cock twitched. He could definitely see where this was going. Fuck yes.

He sat as one was meant to sit on a couch and Maka pushed his legs apart so she could kneel between them. He reached out to run a hand through her ash blonde locks as she undid his belt and pulled it slowly from the belt-loops.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he asked with a playful smile. He sighed when Maka undid the buttons of his slacks and raised his hips to help her remove the bothersome article of clothing.

She smirked when he threw his head back with a groan as she palmed his erection through his superman boxers. "You told the truth, so you get a treat."

He snorted and then jerked when her hand rubbed hard against his dick.

"I'll tell the truth more often then." He raised his hips again so she could pull his boxers down.

"You mean-" she said, wrapping her small hand around his cock "-that you don't normally tell the truth?"

"Um, no?"

He gasped when she gave his dick a rough tug.

"Are you sure about that? Anything else you wanna tell me?"

Soul bit his lip as his meister moved her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned breathily when she cupped the other hand and twisted it around the head of his dick, palm rubbing all the right places.

"God, Maka, you're so perfect, so per-fuck!" God, her mouth was amazing.

She hummed pleasantly as she sucked more of his dick into her mouth. Her hair was soft under his fingers as he tangled them in it. He wanted to pull her head down and fuck her mouth but that would probably lead to him losing Soul Jr in an excruciatingly painful way.

"Maka, Maka, Maka, Maka, Maka," he chanted, thrusting up a little as she pulled her head back up. "You're amazing, best partner ever, fuck!"

Her speed increased, hand twisting the base of his cock as she sucked noisily on the head. He moaned, voice echoing from deep in his chest. She rolled his balls gently with her free hand and he moaned louder.

"Oh God, like that, Maka, shit, you're so good at this-" he felt his face heat up as she looked straight into his eyes, he was being unusually vocal but once he started, he couldn't stop "-don't stop, please, like that, yes!"

His voice got louder and his vocabulary less refined as Maka drove him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Maka, hah!"

His blood ignited and his abs spasmed as he came in her mouth, holding her close with his hands in her hair.

She released him from her mouth once his body went limp, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled before climbing onto his lap.

"Good?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck again.

He nodded and hummed. "Better than good." He kissed her softly, sliding his tongue into her mouth and teasing hers with lazy prods. "You're the best."

"Damn right I am, Evans. And I'll remind you of that whenever you tell me I suck."

He snorted and pulled her close with an arm around her waist before reconnecting their mouths. They sat there, kissing for a while before Soul pulled back and smirked. "Now, I think I've been neglecting you." He tucked some hair behind her ear and kissed her again.

She laughed. "You should remedy that then."

She squealed when he pushed her back onto the couch again, hiking her skirt up her thighs and tugging her panties down.

"I think I might just do that, little angel."


Dinner was some pasta dish he didn't even pay that much attention to other than to inhale it because Maka was wearing his shirt and her skirt and it was boss level distracting, which didn't even make sense because it was pretty much what she normally wore. Except he knew for a fact that she was going commando because he was the one to remove her underwear and it was cool enough to be obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.

When they were washing up, he was tempted to start a water fight simply because his shirt was white and would go see-through when wet and she might even have been tempted to go completely naked. But he refrained. No sense in getting himself concussed so shortly after a great orgasm.

He had just finished drying the last plate when arms slid round his waist and small hands dipped into the waist band of his boxers. He bit his bottom lip to stop the gasp from escaping. Her fingers were little cold.

"Hey," Maka murmured as she pressed her lips against the spot between his bare shoulder blades. "I'm gonna put on a movie. Want to pick which one?"

He smiled and shook his head, taking his time with the plate in his hands. "Nah, you go ahead and choose."

"M'kay." She squeezed her arms around him before unwinding said arms and leaving the kitchen.

Soul turned his head to watch her leave, skirt twisting around her legs. His smile widened and he finally put the plate away. Movie night was a must of every weekend, nowadays with the added bonus of half-naked cuddles. Soul grinned as he flopped down on the couch, sprawling lengthwise. He was tall enough for his feet to hang over the other end of the couch while his head was pillowed by a cushion.

When Maka turned back round after putting a particularly gory horror movie into their cheap DVD player, she found her weapon propping himself up with his elbow, very obviously posing.

Before she could even open her mouth to ask what he was doing, her boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows and said in a breathy, high-pitched English accent, "Paint me, like one of your French girls."

Maka couldn't help but doubling over as she laughed.

"You're such a dork," she giggled, rounding the coffee table to stand over him.

Soul smiled up at her. "But you love me anyway."

"I love you because you're a dork, dumbass," she corrected with a roll of her eyes as she lay down on top of him. "My cute, adorable dork."

She laughed some more at his pout.

Once Maka settled herself so that she was comfortably draped over her weapon, he picked up the remote and pressed play. Soul tried to pay attention to the movie, he really did, but he was distracted by the lovely lady using him as a mattress. She was really too cute.

Her head was pillowed on his chest while his arms were draped over her waist. His lips quirked up in a soft smile as he pressed his nose into her hair and smelled her shampoo. Really, too cute for words.

Maka giggled when Soul started nuzzling the side of her head. He chuckled and started pressing light kisses that followed her hairline. Maka turned her head so that they were face to face and gently touched their noses together.

"Do you want something Mr Evans?" she whispered playfully.

He shrugged. "You're very distracting. Just wanted to make sure the distraction was mutual."

She laughed and pecked him lightly on the lips. He grinned goofily and returned the peck, unable to make the kiss any longer as his grin grew wider and goofier. She returned the grin and kissed him again. This continued and the kisses grew longer and deeper till tongues were introduced.

It wasn't long till they were gripping each other tightly and dry-humping into madness.

Maka pulled away to breathe, almost sitting upright, and Soul took the opportunity to unbutton her-his shirt, fingers working on autopilot as he was more focused on the friction between their hips. Fuck, her pussy was hot against his dick, only separated by his boxers.

Maka leaned back down once she had shrugged out of her shirt, pressing her forehead against Soul's, their breaths mingling. One hand on her tit and one hand on her ass to guide her against him, Soul was pretty happy about the arrangement.

They both moaned as she ground down particularly hard. Soul's eyes were half shut, he titled his head up so his lips were just brushing against hers.

"Love you so much," he whispered, breath filling her mouth. "Want you so much."

Maka moaned breathily into his mouth. "Want-want you too." They shared a moment of eye contact before Maka's eyes slid shut and she moaned again. "Want you...want you...inside me."

It was barely a whisper but Soul's heart still thudded hard in his chest as he stared up at his partner, freezing. She seemed to realize what she had said half a second later as her eyes snapped open and she stared right back, mouth hanging slightly, cheeks turning pink.

There was silence, many different responses running through Soul's head, though all seemed to be variations the general idea of 'fuck yes, please'. Maka's face got progressively redder as the silence continued to stretch on.

"Well, um," Soul finally said. "I'd like that. I-I mean, that's if you, um, wanttoIguess?" He had a feeling his face was just as red as hers.

She stared at him for a moment and then, slowly, started to sit upright. Soul's heart started to thud harder, dread forming in his stomach that she was about to bolt, that he had said the wrong thing.

Instead of running though, she began to nod, slowly and then vigorously.

She took a deep breath and said, "Yes. I want to. I, ah, wouldn't have said otherwise. Well, I didn't mean to actually say that out loud, but I want to fuck you-I mean, make love, because you're my boyfriend and my partner and I love you, and this isn't some cheap one night stand and this isn't just about sex and-"

"Breathe," he said, interrupting her babbling, sitting up as well. His arms slid loosely around her waist and she tucked her head against his neck to hide her burning face, inhaling deeply.

"Sorry," she mumbled into his neck.

He exhaled slowly through his nose. "'s nothing to apologize for." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Like I said, I'd, um, like that too." He gulped and ran the knuckles of a shaky hand up and down her back. "So, um, you know. Just say the word or something."

He felt her smile against his neck and he relaxed. He started running his hand flat against her back, just enjoying the feeling of her skin under his fingers.

Maka pulled back slightly, just enough to be able to look into his eyes. She bit her lip and looked down at his collar-bone, as though it may hold the answers to the questions doubtlessly circling in her head. Finally she looked back at him.

"Can we? N-now I mean."

He sucked in a deep breath before swooping in to press his lips firmly against hers. He was always better with actions than with words.

His hands tangled in her hair tumbling down her back as he pressed his tongue into her mouth. She sighed and squirmed in his lap slightly.

"Is that a yes?" she asked shyly, after pulling away. He was a little embarrassed that she had had to hold his shoulders to stop him following her.

His mouth was too dry to speak. He tucked a strand of ash blonde hair behind her ear before finally finding his voice. "Yes."

She grinned bashfully and he couldn't help but mirror her. She climbed off his lap and held out a hand for him to take. He did and she pulled him up off the couch, pulling him after her towards his room.

They hadn't even gone more than two steps before he pulled her back to him and kissed her, arm tight around her waist, hand tight around hers. They pulled away breathless and slightly giggly. Maka stepped towards the door and Soul was glued to her, refusing to let go of her for even a second.

They stumbled over the threshold of his room, he was pressing kisses to her neck and she was sighing. Soul swung the door shut behind him and it clicked shut. The click sounded like a gunshot and they stopped moving.

Soul leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

They stood there, smiling bashfully at each other before moving closer to his bed. She climbed onto the bed and he followed suit, crawling over her as she lay down. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the longer strands of white hair growing from the base of his skull.

They kissed some more, tongues rubbing against each other slowly, each participant too nervous to more than that. Slowly, Soul found himself lowering his body further down till he was lying on top of her, bodies pressed flush against each other. Gently, so as not to startle her, he started to press his hips against hers, spreading her legs so that he could fit comfortably.

It took Soul by surprise slightly when Maka wrapped her legs around his hips and bucked underneath him as she slanted her lips more forcefully against his. Although, he supposed he shouldn't have been so surprised. Maka was nothing if not determined, and she seemed determined to have him, even if she felt embarrassed to feel that way. And Soul liked that determination.

He moaned and pressed his hips harder against hers, a hand attaching to her hip in the meanwhile.

"Soul," she moaned. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked, voice a deep rumble, voice tipping into the desperate side of the spectrum.

Maka pouted. "Don't tease me!" she cried, tightening her hold on his hair.

"I'm not!" he replied, voice stricken. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. Tell me what to do Maka, tell me and I'll do it."

She gulped and stared into his eyes. Her face softened into an affectionate smile and she petted his cheek.

"You're too good to me."

"You're too good for me."

She chuckled and shook her head. "You silly man." She leaned up and kissed him. She sighed when she lay her head back down on the pillow. "Fine, let's do this."

He quirked an eyebrow. "This?"

"Let's make love," she clarified in a whisper, blushing.

He grinned and rolled his hips against hers sensually. Her head tilted back as she moaned, revealing the length of her throat for him to mark with his teeth.

While his mouth was busy with her neck, his hand that had been on her hip, trailed down her thigh and under her skirt, heading straight for her throbbing core. She jerked slightly in surprise when he brushed his fingers against her lips but hummed when he started lightly stroking her slit.

"Soul," she whined. "I said-"

"I know," he interrupted, looking straight into her jade eyes. "But we gotta do this right. I don't want to hurt you, I never want to hurt you."

A sex-ed talk with Blair as soon as he turned sixteen had set him straight on any myths he had learned about sex. It didn't matter that he hadn't particularly wanted to learn about vaginas and penises in such detail but magical cats were not easily persuaded. And so he had spent an hour learning about the best ways to pleasure one's partner, all the while blushing horribly.

She giggled a bit and cupped his cheeks, pulling him down for for a soft kiss. "Silly man," she repeated in a murmur. She moaned when Soul slid a single finger into her core and started rolling her hips in time with the movements of said finger.

Soul added another and she dug her nails into her shoulder, the light pain making him hiss. Under normal circumstances, he would have kept two fingers but with the prospect of actually sticking his dick in her, he thought it wouldn't hurt to add another one or two. He liked to think he wasn't small, at least three fingers.

He prodded her entrance with his ring finger of the hand already occupied with her, the other holding him up so he wouldn't make her uncomfortable with his weight. She sighed and pressed her lips against his neck, sucking lightly on a particular spot just below his ear, making his cock twitch in his boxers.

He slowly pushed his third finger in, rubbing her clit gently with his thumb to remove any discomfort. She stopped paying attention to his neck and fidgeted. He stopped moving immediately.

"Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly.

She shook her head. "Just never had three fingers before. I only used two myself."

He smiled in relief. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I don't," she said simply.

He smirked and continued to push his third finger in till he was as deep as it could go.

"Still OK?" he questioned.

She took a deep breath and nodded, eyes focusing on something behind his shoulder. She squinted and spread her legs further, a look of concentration on her face.

"You sure?"

She looked at him finally and smiled. "Yes."

He started thrusting his fingers while maintaining eye contact with her, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He started rubbing her clit again, watching in fascination as Maka gasped and clenched her teeth to bite back a whine.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, unable to stop the words tumbling from his mouth, voice husky.

She could only moan and close her eyes, giving up the battle to stay silent. He leaned back down to taste her neck and tried to speed up the movements of his fingers, but the movement felt awkward and unnatural. With a final suck on her neck, he pulled away completely to get the condoms. Might as well have them handy.

Maka reached out for him as he pulled away, calling his name in confusion.

He grinned at her and clasped their hands together. "Gotta get the condoms if we wanna go further," he whispered, face heating.

He pecked her lips quickly before standing from the bed and going to the bathroom where they had stashed the contraceptive, too embarrassed to keep it in either of their rooms. He decided in that moment that it would be best to keep them in his room from then on, for convenience's sake.

He took the box from the cabinet under the sink and returned to his bedroom, blood burning pleasantly as the sight of his flushed and hickey speckled girlfriend sitting on his bed, skirt twisted and hiked up around her waist. It was a sight he definitely wanted to get used to.

He placed the box on his bedside table before climbing back onto the bed and bringing Maka back into his embrace.

"How do you want to do this?" he asked between kisses. He wanted her to be in control, this was something she should probably take the lead in.

She floundered for a bit as he peppered her face with light kisses. "Um, I don't know?"

He laughed a little at her indecisiveness and she slapped his arm half-heartedly. "Sorry," he mumbled when she refused to look into his eyes out of embarrassment.

She glanced at him, then the condoms, then back at him. He was about to remind her that they didn't have to do anything she didn't want to but before he could voice that idea, she started pushing him to lay down with his head on the pillow as she straddled his hips.

"Like this," she whispered.

"Cool," was all he managed to say before she leaned down to kiss him and started grinding down against him.

He reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt and pulled it down. Unwilling to disengage from his skin, she simply pulled the skirt over her head as one would a shirt. Annoyingly, it reminded him of a bad porno Star had made him watch when he was younger. That was something he didn't want to be thinking about with Maka sitting on him, completely nude.

He decided groping her tits would be a suitable distraction. It was.

He leaned up a bit to take a nipple in his mouth and sucked, making his meister produce breathy sighs. He released that nipple and moved to the other, allowing his hands to grab her ass and guide her forcefully against him as her hands tangled in his hair.

He looked up at her face and their eyes met. She was gorgeous, hair tangled, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide open while her eyelids drooped half-shut. If he hadn't been insanely hard already, that sight would have done it.

He let go of her tit and pulled her mouth to his with a hand on the back of her neck. Her nails dug into his scalp as their mouths met sloppily, tongues clumsy and movements distracted.

"Ma-Maka," he moaned. "Can we? Please?"

She moaned into his mouth and nodded without breaking the kiss. They made no move to remove the last piece of clothing blocking them from each other, but Soul finally pushed her away slightly and started wriggling his boxers down his hips, a difficult task with his girlfriend resting on his hips.

Thankfully, she raised herself up a bit and helped him wriggle out of the cumbersome underwear. He kicked the boxers off his foot and lay down, staring up at her.

There was no movement for a moment before both their gazes travelled to the box containing the condoms. They glanced back at each other, completely in synch with one another, and blushed.

"You still wanna-"

She interrupted him with a simple "Yes."

He relaxed and reach out to grab the box, pulling a single foil packet out. He tore it open gently and tested the condom, before glancing at Maka, then down to his dick, pointed heavenward, right underneath the place he wished to be.

She shuffled back a bit and sat on his thighs, gazing at him expectantly. He took a deep breath and pinched the tip of the condom before starting to roll it down his cock. He hissed. It was cold and weird and it was starting to kill his boner.

Before that could happen however, Maka brushed his hands out of the way and finished rolling the latex down, running her fingers up and down the length of his dick. He sighed and squirmed, boner-death avoided.

She pushed him to lay back down, settling gingerly over his cock and began to grind down against him again.

He threw his head back and moaned lowly. Fuck, it felt so good, so much warmer that it had with his boxers in the way. He didn't even understand it. He latched his hands onto her hips and began to guide her movements again, making her grind down harder and faster.

"Soul," she moaned, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself as she moved.

He groaned. "Maka, please."

She bit her lip and raised herself up again, this time she held his cock in her small hand and lined it up with her entrance. He stilled as she began to sink down, watching her face closely. Or at least he tried to. As soon as the head of his dick was swallowed by the warmth that was her, he had to slam his eyes shut for fear that he would accidentally watch his dick slide into his meister's pussy and consequentially, loose any cool he had.

He heard her hiss and he cracked an eye open to look at her face. Her lips were parted as she panted, eyes looking down as she tried to settle onto him.

"Maka," he murmured and she looked at him. He smiled at her, opening both his eyes. He reached for the hand that had been gripping her own thigh and laced their fingers together, locking his elbow to hold her hand up. She reached out for his other hand and he happily obliged.

She smiled back at him and lifted herself up a little, then moved down again, encasing more of his dick between her folds. He sighed as she repeated the movements, refusing to look away from her face. He had stronger restraint than he thought.

Finally, she was seated on his hips, his cock fully enveloped inside her. It was blissful torture.

"Does it hurt?" Soul asked, chest heaving though he had not moved.

She shook her head and hummed. "It feels weird though."

He laughed and she smiled bashfully. He squeezed her hands comfortingly and her eyes glowed with affection. Then she shifted her hips a bit.

He gasped and bit his lip. He watched as the look of affection turned into a wicked, mischievous look. Oh, how he loved that look. She slowly pulled herself up, so that only his tip remained inside her before moving back down, just as slowly. He moaned deep in his throat, loving the feel of her hot flesh moving around him.

"Does it feel good?" Maka breathed, rising again.

"Oh, fuck yes." He moved bucked his hips up a little to meet her as she descended. "God, you feel so good."

Her little giggles at his blatant praise got choked in her throat when he thrust up again. She let out a high pitched moan that bordered on a cry of pleasure when he let go of a hand and rubbed her clit firmly. The hand he had freed than grabbed his shoulder as she started rocking backwards and forwards, nails digging into his skin.

He abandoned her clit for a moment to pull her down, unwilling to let go of her other hand, not that he could have really, what with the death grip she had it in. She happily leaned down and met his eager lips with her own. Their chests rubbed against each other as she moved above him.

She moaned, her voice vibrating in her chest and subsequently against his. He wrapped his arm around her waist and continued bucking up as best he could.

He tried to last as long as he could, he really did. But it was hard with the wet, tight, heat that was Maka's pussy pulsing around his cock. It was hard enough not to lose his load with her simply moaning, let alone with her writhing on top of him.

He could hardly breathe, the kiss preventing him from getting all the oxygen he needed. So he pulled away, enough to breathe but their lips still brushed against each other. In this way, Soul started murmuring his praise for her, unable to stay silent.

"You feel so good Maka. So. Good. Fuck, you're so perfect, I love you, I love you so much." Their eyes met and his brain started short-fusing. "You're so hot, so tight, I love you, I love-ah! Fuck!"

He couldn't hold it anymore. He threw his head back, eyes scrunching shut as he yelled out her name. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her still against him as he thrust as deep as he could manage, cock throbbing and he came in the condom.

All at once, his bones turned to jello and he melted, relaxing his grip on her hand and around her waist. He looked up at his girlfriend, who was looking at him with a mix of frustration and adoration. Guilt started turning his stomach as he realized he had probably disappointed her with his poor performance.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

She sighed and shook her head. "Nothing to apologize for."

He refused to meet her gaze, instead looking at the ceiling over her shoulder. "You didn't come."

"Yet," she corrected and he glanced at her. She smiled coyly and rocked against his dick slightly.

"Woah, ah, sensitivesensitivesensitive!" he yelp, trying to stop her moving.

"Shit! Sorry!" she exclaimed. She slid off him quickly, panic on her face as he gasped.

"'s OK," he said, trying to calm her down before she had a full scale panic attack.

They were frozen for a moment, her hovering above his stomach, unsure as to what to do with the leftover arousal while he was wondering whether he should get up and dispose of the condom. He didn't really want to move just yet. So he came up with another idea.

"Hey, Maka," he called and she glanced at him in askance. He very pointedly trailed his eyes down to her core. "Lemme help you with that."

He looked back up at her and deliberately licked his lips. She grinned and shuffled up the bed, letting him tuck his arms under her thighs to pull her closer to his face. She tangled a hand in his dishevelled hair once she was settled in place.

He grinned and dove straight in.


Maka flopped down beside him and he turned to her, wiping his chin and licking his lips. She sighed and burrowed underneath the blankets. Before he joined her, he reluctantly rose and peeled the condom from his softened dick, then snuggled under the blankets with her.

She giggled as he pulled her flush against him and pressed loud kisses all over her face. She caught his lips and kissed him chastely before tucking her head under his chin.

"We should do this all week," he murmured into her hair.

She snorted and poked his side. "You know we can't do that."

He sighed but grinned anyway. "Really do love you," he said.

"I know," she giggled. "Love you too."